"To be lonely! What is physical torture, if someone who loves you is nigh? But to be alone … as I am!… yes, and as you are! Oh, you haven't told me, but I can see with half an eye. You’re a far cry from your usual gloomy self these days. She is a year or so older than I am, and she is, well, of a very serene and proud and dignified temperament. In the second, she was wretchedly poor, and assailed by temptations of which you can form no idea. It was only a few months ago that I told you you must come to London, and you only laughed at me. At length, I shall ascertain my name. Too many. I thank God for the very skin that is peeling from your nose, for all things great and small that make us what we are. Manning’s handwriting had an air of being clear without being easily legible; it was large and rather roundish, with a lack of definition about the letters and a disposition to treat the large ones as liberal-minded people nowadays treat opinions, as all amounting to the same thing really—a yearssmoothed boyish rather than an adult hand. I know all. ‘We’ll cross that bridge if and when we come to it.
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