"I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. " Captain Wentworth's letter - Jane Austen – Persuasion

As I observed her, her manner so agreeable, I recalled a time when I had felt anguish, when I had resolved against her, she had pierced my soul and I had, without success, attempted to persuade her that we would be content together; to souls intertwined forevermore. I observe now, with the passing of youth, my folly. Anne would be cautious, meticulous and just in whatever decision she would make and I, even after all these years, was unjust. My pride would not endure such a rebuttal, however much Anne had attempted to negate my pain.

I could tell she had laboured over each word attempting to write something which was of consolation to me, this in itself was cruel I wanted to believe her vindictive, malicious and malevolent I wanted to see deceit and deception in our correspondence however I did not.

The once crisp white papers, which were now as battle-hardened as myself, were monuments and testimonials to Anne's earnest goodness and integrity, they were my only companions on nights when I would desire to leave whichever inconsequential naval expedition I was a member of; they were my solace.