My tale draws to its close: one word respecting my experience of married life，and one brief glance at the fortunes of those whose names have most frequently recurred in this narrative，and I have done.

I have now been married ten years. I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth. I hold myself supremely blest- blest beyond what language can express; because I am my husband"s life as fully as he is mine. No woman was ever nearer to her mate than I am: ever more absolutely bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh. I know no weariness of my Edward"s society: he knows none of mine，any more than we each do of the pulsation of the heart that beats in our separate bosoms; consequently，we are ever together. To be together is for us to be at once as free as in solitude，as gay as in pany. We talk，I believe，all day long: to talk to each other is but a more animated and an audible thinking. All my confidence is bestowed on him，all his confidence is devoted to me; we are precisely suited in character-perfect concord is the result.