Vous voila aux abois ma chère dame!! You see I am not to be distanced; retreat as you will, I still pursue. When I am within a mile of you, you will not see me; when I write you will not answer; and still here I am at your feet, because I will not be rebutée, nor (throw me off as you may) will I ever give you up until I find something that resembles you, something to fill up the place you have so long occupied; the fact is, my dear Lady Stanley, it is pure selfishness that ties me to you. I do not like women, I cannot get on with them! and except the excessive tenderness which I have always felt for my sister be called friendship, you (and one or two more, par parenthèse!) are the only woman to whom I could ever lier myself for a week together. Devancer son sexe is as dangerous as devancer son siècle; it was no effort, no willing of mine that has given me a little the start of the major part of them; dear little souls! who, as Ninon says, “trouvent commode d’être jolie.” The principle was there; active and restless, the spur was given, and off I went, happy in the result that my comparative superiority obtained me one such friend as yourself—that is, as you were; but I fear you now cut me dead.
We have at last got into a home of our own; we
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With respect to authorship, I fear it is over; I have
been making chair-covers instead of periods; hanging curtains instead of
raising systems, and cheapening pots and pans instead of selling sentiment and
philosophy. Meantime, my husband is, as usual, deep in study, and if his
popularity here may be deemed a favourable omen, will, I trust, soon be deep in
practice. Well, always dear friend; any chance of a line in answer to my three
pages of verbiage? Just make the effort of taking up the
pen, and if you only write
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