We had just made up our minds to go on no account to England this year.

Ba felt the restraint on her too horrible to bear.

I will, or she will, no doubt, write and tell you of herself; and you must write, dear Mrs.Martin, will you not?
Kindest regard to Mr.Martin and all.
Yours faithfully ever, ROBERT BROWNING.
* * * * * _E.B.Browning to Mrs.Martin_ Florence: July 1, [1857].
Thank you, thank you from my heart, my dearest friend--this poor heart, which has been so torn and mangled,--for your dear, tender sympathy, whether expressed in silence or in words.

Of the past I cannot speak.
You understand, yes, you understand.

And when I say that you understand (and feel that you do), it is an expression of belief in the largeness of your power of understanding, seeing that few _can_ understand--few can.