How long she sat waiting, no one would ever know. In her home in Vermont, a few days before Franklin Pierce was elected President of the 31 United States, she pondered. There had been a lovers' quarrel; her sweetheart was now in the South. She made her decision. In the formal, stilted English of 1852, she began a letter:
"I take my pen in hand and I have meditated long on the propriety in writing to you. Please do not cast from you the one who truly loves you. . . ."
Her letter was never answered; it was never...
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