[…] your fine magazine […] is a pleasure to read anywhere, but in an isolated spot such as this it's almost as good as a sugar report from the best girl!
Pending this infliction (for I confess I suffered under sciatica as well as the easterly wind), I left home rather early one morning, muffled in two coats, a cloak, muffler, bosom friend, worsted wrists, and woolsey gloves; and yet as I closed the door, I half repented that I had faced the blast.
I am heads-down finishing my project.
So he now rode like all possessed through the wares of fish and costermongery in the Naples market, making everything fly about as in a whirlwind; cackling and curses followed his course, angry fists were clenched at him.
