So I sought out a school conducted on a more indulgent system, and near enough to permit of my visiting her often, and bringing her home sometimes.
I took care she should never want for anything that could contribute to her comfort:
she soon settled in her new abode, became very happy there, and made fair progress in her studies.
As she grew up, a sound English education corrected in a great measure her French defects;
and when she left school, I found in her a pleasing and obliging companion: docile, good-tempered, and well-principled.
By her grateful attention to me and mine, she has long since well repaid any little kindness I ever had it in my power to offer her.
My tale draws to its close: one word respecting my experience of married life,
and one brief glance at the fortunes of those who se names have most frequently recurred in this narrative, and I have done.
I have now been married ten years.
I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth.
I hold myself supremely blest -- blest beyond what language can express; because I am my husband's life as fully is he is mine.
No woman was ever nearer to her mate than I am: ever more absolutely bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh.
I know no weariness of my Edward's society:
he knows none of mine, any more than we each do of the pulsation of the heart that beats in our separate bosoms; consequently, we are ever together.
To be together is for us to be at once as free as in solitude, as gay as in company.
We talk, I believe, all day long: to talk to each other is but a more animated and an audible thinking.
All my confidence is bestowed on him, all his confidence is devoted to me; we are precisely suited in character -- perfect concord is the result.