But this photograph from nature can't be flattered, so I hazard it.
You see the locks are dark still, not white, and the sun, in spite, has blackened the face to complete the harmony.

Pen is very like, and very sweet we think.
Do, when you write, speak of yourself--yourselves.

I hope you like the 'Mill on the Floss.' Our love to dearest Mr.Martin and you.
Let me be as ever, Your affectionate and grateful BA.
* * * * * _To Miss E.F.

Haworth_ Villa Alberti, Siena, Sardegna: August 25, [1860].
My dearest Fanny,--I received your letter with thanks upon thanks.

It seemed long since I heard or wrote.