We shall meet next year....
Once more, goodbye.
Your ever affectionate and grateful BA.
Robert's love as ever.
This is the first letter I have written to anyone out of my own family.
I hate writing, and can't help being stupid.
* * * * * _To Miss E.F.

Haworth_ Florence: [about July 1857].
I write soon, you see, dearest Fanny.

I thank you for all, but I do beseech you, _dear_, not to say a word more to me of what is said of me.
The truth is, I am made of paper, and it tears me.

Do not, dear.

Make no reference to things personal to myself.