I have been very sad, very--with a stone hung round my heart, and a black veil between me and all that I do, think, or look at.

One of my sisters is very ill in England--my married sister--an internal tumour, accompanied with considerable suffering, and doubtful enough as to its issue to keep us all (I can answer at least for myself) in great misery.

Robert says I exaggerate, and I think and know that consciously or unconsciously he wants to save me pain.

She went to London, and the medical man called it an anxious case.

We all know what that must mean.