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I had been spending the winter in Boston, and Kate Lancaster and I had / been together a great deal, for we are the best of friends. It happened / that the morning when this story begins I had waked up feeling sorry, / and as if something dreadful were going to happen. There did not seem to / be any good reason for it, so I undertook to discourage myself more by / thinking that it would soon be time to leave town, and how much I should / miss being with Kate and my other friends. My mind was still disquieted / when I went down to breakfast; but beside my plate I found, with a / hoped-for letter from my father, a note from Kate. To this day I have / never known any explanation of that depression of my spirits, and I hope / that the good luck which followed will help some reader to lose fear, / and to smile at such shadows if any chance to come.
Kate had evidently written to me in an excited state of mind, for her / note was not so trig-looking as usual; but this is what she said: --