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Text for Page 090 [10-22-1856]

as unwise.      I�ve visited the house some two or
three times, in company with Alf.      His �wife��s
face is a fair one, her hair a bright red � the
Madonna color one sees in old pictures, and no one
could think it unpleasant.      I can fancy a dark haired
man imagining it to be perfectly beautiful � as Alf
does � which I think unnatural.          It disturbs my
notion of the fitness of things when a light haired
man loves a blonde.     I can admire a fair beauty,
but only in cold blood, and might outlive three
crows without falling in love with one over the depth
of a finger nail.           To return to �Mrs Hill.�  Her
skin is very fair and smooth, her features regular,
her form plump, her stature tall.       But for her
speech she might pass for an Englishwoman.  Yet
however comely her face, I think it lacks depth �
earnestness.      There�s something of the mother�s in it,
in which, I think, can be read how it occurred.
  As I write I call to mind the grave, kind face
of Hannah, its purity and sweetness, and think
how good she is � and know, in my heart, that
however Alf may hold his prize there are higher and
dearer ones than he is ware of.          Not that I
would cast a stone against this poor Yankee girl,
Heaven help her!     She says her prayers every night,
Alf declares, and is afraid she�s been very wicked and
God won�t forgive her.     He �don�t care about that
sort of thing, but likes to see it in her.�      She is very               
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