{"id":"01KG8AN1JRNSE02JZCCNCXTR6C","cid":"bafkreifvonqckaatu6fj24g47r62b4k4jzeqa264tjavshbq5xrq6t7vdy","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":2906,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:52.918Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 15","source_file":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","start_line":2858,"text":"\"The name at the end of this letter will be wholly strange to thee.\r\nHitherto my existence has been utterly unknown to thee. This letter will\r\ntouch thee and pain thee. Willingly would I spare thee, but I can not.\r\nMy heart bears me witness, that did I think that the suffering these\r\nlines would give thee, would, in the faintest degree, compare with what\r\nmine has been, I would forever withhold them.\r\n\r\n\"Pierre Glendinning, thou art not the only child of thy father; in the\r\neye of the sun, the hand that traces this is thy sister's; yes, Pierre,\r\nIsabel calls thee her brother--her brother! oh, sweetest of words, which\r\nso often I have thought to myself, and almost deemed it profanity for an\r\noutcast like me to speak or think. Dearest Pierre, my brother, my own\r\nfather's child! art thou an angel, that thou canst overleap all the\r\nheartless usages and fashions of a banded world, that will call thee\r\nfool, fool, fool! and curse thee, if thou yieldest to that heavenly\r\nimpulse which alone can lead thee to respond to the long tyrannizing,\r\nand now at last unquenchable yearnings of my bursting heart? Oh, my\r\nbrother!\r\n\r\n\"But, Pierre Glendinning, I will be proud with thee. Let not my hapless\r\ncondition extinguish in me, the nobleness which I equally inherit with\r\nthee. Thou shall not be cozened, by my tears and my anguish, into any\r\nthing which thy most sober hour will repent. Read no further. If it suit\r\nthee, burn this letter; so shalt thou escape the certainty of that\r\nknowledge, which, if thou art now cold and selfish, may hereafter, in\r\nsome maturer, remorseful, and helpless hour, cause thee a poignant\r\nupbraiding. No, I shall not, I will not implore thee.--Oh, my brother,\r\nmy dear, dear Pierre,--help me, fly to me; see, I perish without\r\nthee;--pity, pity,--here I freeze in the wide, wide world;--no father,\r\nno mother, no sister, no brother, no living thing in the fair form of\r\nhumanity, that holds me dear. No more, oh no more, dear Pierre, can I\r\nendure to be an outcast in the world, for which the dear Savior died.\r\nFly to me, Pierre;--nay, I could tear what I now write,--as I have torn\r\nso many other sheets, all written for thy eye, but which never reached\r\nthee, because in my distraction, I knew not how to write to thee, nor\r\nwhat to say to thee; and so, behold again how I rave.\r\n\r\n\"Nothing more; I will write no more;--silence becomes this grave;--the\r\nheart-sickness steals over me, Pierre, my brother.\r\n\r\n\"Scarce know I what I have written. Yet will I write thee the fatal\r\nline, and leave all the rest to thee, Pierre, my brother.--She that is\r\ncalled Isabel Banford dwells in the little red farm-house, three miles\r\nfrom the village, on the slope toward the lake. To-morrow\r\nnight-fall--not before--not by day, not by day, Pierre.\r\n\r\nTHY SISTER, ISABEL.\"\r\n\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 15"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJS0JNVAGJYMWXV1594N5","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AN1JRJTD3HYG1JCS4KXRG","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:56.920Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:09.564Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}