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CHAPTER LXIII. A BROKEN HEART: HENRY ST. JOHN TO THOMAS ALSTON.
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63. CHAPTER LXIII.
A BROKEN HEART: HENRY ST. JOHN TO THOMAS ALSTON.

“I HAVE followed your advice, and made the journey
which you suggested, carrying with me the letter, and intending
to add what you advised me to add to my address.

“I write because I promised to write, though the ink
is somewhat faded. Strange! that the merchants of Williamsburg
will not provide the gentlemen of the colony, who
deal with them, something better than this pale, watery
fluid, which can hardly be seen! I shall purchase no more
of it, depending for the future upon London.

“I feel somewhat badly this morning, which I suppose is
attributable to the fact that I traveled all night, as a friend
of mine did a long time ago, when he came in early one
morning. Why, what am I writing? It was yourself—
was it not? My head is a little disordered this morning,
and my memory is bad. As I said, I traveled all last night.

“What have I written? Is my mind failing? Why, I
am writing to Tom Alston! We talked of this—assuredly
we did! I told you of this visit to Colonel Vane's, in Prince
George—did I not? I told you I was going to see—her.
I told you I would write, or I dream!

“I have this moment returned. Oh, Tom! it all flashes
on me now; I have my senses again, which were stunned.
I went and she would not see me; she refused to meet me.
I am broken-hearted! My head pains me—something troubles
me; is the weather turning cold again? Strange, at
this season!

H. St. John.