I wish you could know the thrill of delight which I experienced, when, as I stood at the dining- room window, I saw -- -, as he whirled past, toss your little packet over the wall." Huddersfield market-day was still the great period for events at Roe Head.

Then girls, running round the corner of the house and peeping between tree-stems, and up a shadowy lane, could catch a glimpse of a father or brother driving to market in his gig; might, perhaps, exchange a wave of the hand; or see, as Charlotte Bronte did from the window, a white packet tossed over the avail by come swift strong motion of an arm, the rest of the traveller's body unseen.
"Weary with a day's hard work.

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I am sitting down to write a few lines to my dear E.