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Short Stories | U of South Carolina P | 1974
she bore up ; and, fortunately, Dick Meriwether put in at the right
time, and was very attentive. She looks on him with a sweet smile
now, and he is full of hope. But she suffers ! I see that. As for Soph,
she has tried to make some explanations, but Georgy shakes her
head. She feels that "her other self," her "better half," her "soul
of souls," and most "precious of hearts jewels," is very mortal, like
all the rest; and that she has stolen from her the only hope which
she had nursed so fondly. Soph's conduct would be unpardonable,
if love were not such an irresponsible power. As for friendship
among women, let a handsome fellow get between the parties, and
it is wonderful how soon it cools off! Thus matters stand at present.
I must break off here. I am going on a fishing party with some gentle-
men who are now in waiting. More to-morrow.
Your affectionate nephew,
Tom Appleby, at the Moultrie House, to Edward S. Appleby, Esq.,
of Georgia.
We had glorious sport yesterday. Five of us, in the space of three
hours, caught seven hundred fish, trout, whiting, cavalli, black-fish,
and other species. A great fishing region this: the very place for one
like you, who enjoy it so well. The danger is, that you might be
caught yourself; a bachelor is always in danger, I am told, till fairly
laid up in lavender; and here the tempters are as numerous as
those who assail Robert le Diable, in the old abbey. Still, I recom-
mend you to venture. Come here and spend the month of October
at all events. This is the most delightful month, they tell me, at this
place. I shall try it, and so, perhaps, will Dick Meriwether; but
Georgiana has resolved to be off next week. I do not oppose her.
She is sadly discomfited. The loss of her friend is, perhaps, not so
serious a matter, and I confess I do not greatly deplore the loss of
the one lover, as I know the value of him that is left. Dick's hopes,