Randolph | ||
Morning.—
I have kept this unsealed to the last moment. Juliet
is perceptibly better. It is pride;---I am not afraid to
say so, to-day;---It is pride---I am sure of it. She sits
more erect;---there is less of that tenderness, that thrilling
tenderness, in her tone---less languor and melancholy
in her eyes;---there is even a dash of serious
haughtiness. Heaven be praised! Do not inform Frank
of this---do not, I beseech you.
Adieu,
JOHN.
Randolph | ||