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on safely, having rested one night at York. We found assistance wherever we needed it; there was always an arm ready to do for my sister what I was not quite strong enough to do: lift her in and out of the carriages, carry her across the line, etc. 'It made her happy to see both York and its Minster, and Scarboro' and its bay once more. There is yet no revival of bodily strength--I fear indeed the slow ebb continues. People who see her tell me I must not expect her to last long--but it is something to cheer her mind. 'Our lodgings are pleasant. As Anne sits at the window she can look down on the sea, which this morning is calm as glass. She says if she could breathe more freely she would be comfortable at this moment--but she cannot breathe freely. 'My friend Ellen is with us. I find her presence a solace. She is a calm, steady girl--not brilliant, but good and true. She suits and has always suited me well. I like her, with her phlegm, repose, sense, and sincerity, better than I should like the most talented without these qualifications. 'If ever I see you again I should have pleasure in talking over with you the topics you allude to in your last--or rather, in hearing _you_ talk them over. We see these things through a glass darkly--or at least I see them thus. So far from objecting to speculation on, or discussion of, the subject, I should wish to hear what others have to say. By _others_, I mean only the serious and reflective--levity in such matters shocks as much as hypocrisy. 'Write to me. In this strange place your letters will come like the visits of a friend. Fearing to lose the post, I will add no more at present.--Believe me, yours sincerely, 'C. BRONTE.' TO W. S. WILLIAMS '_May_ 30_th_, 1849. 'MY DEAR SIR,--My poor sister is taken quietly home at last. She died on Monday. With almost her last breath she said she was happy, and thanked God that death was come, and come so gently. I did not think it would be so soon. 'You will not expect me to add more at present.--Yours faithfully, 'C. BRONTE.' TO W. S. WILLIA
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