A gigantic blister, however, let me crawl out of bed at the end of a week, and the advantage of a Roman climate _told_, I dare say, for the attack was less violent and much less long than the one in the summer.

Only I feel myself brittle, and become aware, of increased susceptibility.

Dr.Gresonowsky warns me against Florence in the winter.

I must be warm, they say.

Well, never mind! Now I am well again, and I don't know why I should have whined so to you.