One from her married sister in Hans Place. That would keep. One from an old schoolfellow. That would keep. And one鈥攖he long-looked-for Indian letter, which she tore open eagerly, and read hurriedly, devouring the close lines,[Pg 2] in the neat, black penmanship, with its decided up and down strokes, and legible characters, so firm, so strong, so straightforward, like the nature of the man who wrote the letter..