human
Oh what pangs were felt. It seemed impossible for me to part with him. I could not speak to bid him farewell. [8] She tried to comfort herself by writing letters, and wrote so many and so much that Guelma often exclaimed,
gpt
Susan, thee writes too much; thee should learn to be concise. As it was a rule of the seminary that each letter must first be written out carefully on a slate, inspected by Deborah Moulson, then copied with care, inspected again, and finally sent out after four or five days of preparation, all spontaneity was stifled and her letters were stilted and overvirtuous. This censorship left its mark, and years later she confessed,
human
Whenever I take my pen in hand, I always seem to be mounted on stilts.
gpt
such as not dotting an _i_, too much laughter, or smiling at her friends instead of reproving them for frivolous conduct. She wrote,
human
Thought so much of my resolutions to do better in the future that even my dreams were filled with these desires.... Although I have been guilty of much levity and nonsensical conversation, and have also admitted thoughts to occupy my mind which should have been far distant from it, I do not consider myself as having committed any wilful offense but perhaps the reason I cannot see my own defects is because my heart is hardened.
gpt
Thy sister Guelma does the best she is capable of, but thou dost not. Thou hast greater abilities and I demand of thee the best of thy capacity.
human
I should think any female would rather live and die an old maid.
gpt
O can I ever forget that loved residence in Battenville, and no more to call it home seems impossible.