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 Hill ? To be sure , I felt badly enough that day in October when I left it . When the train left Valleyfield I just cried like a baby . Alicia and Roger welcomed me very heartily , and after the first week of homesickness -- I shiver yet when I think of it -- was over , I settled down to my new life as if I had been born to it . Alicia has a magnificent home and everything heart could wish for -- jewels , carriages , servants , opera boxes , and social position .
XXXXX is a model husband apparently .
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