I am not going to think of it any more . I shall always have the highest esteem for Jack , and I hope he will soon find some nice girl who will make him happy . Mary Carter would jump at him , I know . To be sure , she is as homely as she can be and live . But , then , Jack is always telling me how little he cares for beauty , so I have no doubt she will suit him admirably . As for myself -- well , I am ambitious . I do n't suppose my ambition is a very lofty one , but such as it is I mean to hunt it down . Come . Let me put it down in black and white , once for all , and see how it looks : I mean to marry the rich nephew of the Sinclairs . There ! It is out , and I feel better . How mercenary and awful it looks written out in cold blood like that . I would n't have Jack or Aunt Elizabeth -- dear , unworldly old soul -- see it for the world . But I would n't mind Alicia . Poor dear Jack ! * * * * * Montreal , Dec. 16 , 18 -- . This is a nice way to keep a journal . But the days when I could write regularly are gone by . That was when I was at Thrush Hill . I am having a simply divine time .
How in the world did I ever contrive to live at Thrush XXXXX ?
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