My Style Of Writing Is Very Diffrent

She Is Probably By This Time As Tired Of Me, As I Am Of Her; But As She Is Too Polite And I Am Too Civil To Say So, Our Letters Are Still As Frequent And Affectionate As Ever, And Our Attachment As Firm And Sincere As When It First Commenced.

Catherine Hoped At Least To Pass Uncensured Through The Crowd. As For Admiration, It Was Always Very Welcome When It Came, But She Did Not Depend On It.

It Taught Me To Hope, As I Had Scarcely Ever Allowed Myself To Hope Before.

And Sometimes I Have Kept My Feelings To Myself, Because I Could Find No Language To Describe Them In.

I Love You. Most Ardently.