Chapter 34: January

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌⁠I must write to you from this place, my dear Charlotte, from a small room in a country inn, where I have taken shelter from a severe storm. During my whole residence in that wretched place D—, where I lived amongst strangers,—strangers, indeed, to this heart,—I never at any time felt the smallest inclination to correspond with you; but in this cottage, in this retirement, in this solitude, with th