Robert fed her with a spoon from her soup-plate, and she signed, as well as she could, that he should kiss her forehead before he went away.

She was always so fond of Robert, as women are apt to be, you know--even _I_, a little....
Forster wrote the other day, melancholy with the misfortunes of his friends, though he doesn't name Dickens.

Landor had just fled to his (Forster's) house in London for protection from _an action for libel_.
See what a letter I have written.

Write to me, dearest Fanny, and love me.

Oh, how glad I shall be to be back among you again in my Florence! Your ever affectionate BA.
* * * * * _To Mrs.Jameson_ Maison Versigny, 2 Rue de Perry, Le Havre: July 24, 1858 [postmark].
Dearest Mona Nina,--Have you rather wondered at not hearing?
We have been a-wandering, a-wandering over the world--have been to Etretat and failed, and now are ignominiously settled at Havre--yes, at Havre, the name of which we should have scorned a week ago as a mere roaring commercial city.