Dear John,

The great love I have to express for you . .
is false, and I find my indifferences toward you
increases daily. The more I hear from you the more
you appear in my eyes an object of contempt.
I feel myself in every way disposed and determined
to hate you. Believe me, I have never had any intentions
of giving you my hand. Your last letter has
left me in a bad mood and has by no means
given me the most exalted opinion of your character.
Your jealously would make me exceedingly unhappy.
If we were married, I should experience nothing but the
hatred of parents added to the everlasting dis-
pleasure of living with you. I could not give it to anyone more
inconsistent and annoying than you and less
capable to do honor to my choice and family.
Yes, I hope that you will be persuaded that
I speak sincerely and hope that you will do me the favor
to avoid me. I shall excuse you the trouble
of replying to this since you are always full of
jealousy and have not the slightest bit of
wit and good sense. Believe me when I say I am
sorry this had to happen but it is impossible for me
to be yours.

As always,


 

JANE

P.S. I have changed my mind, so begin at the beginning and read every other line as this is what I truly mean.