I would often wander through the open front door and stand in the hollow rooms and gaze at the stains on the whitewashed walls where photo-frames of family portraits once hung.
At length the day is come on which I am to flirt my last with Tom Lefroy, and when you receive this it will be over. My tears flow as I write at the melancholy idea.
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