“My temper is really worn to a hair’s-breadth. The intruder of yesterday hung on me till twelve to-day. When I had just taken my pen, he was relieved, like a sentry leaving guard, by two other lounging visiters; and their post has now been supplied by some people on real business.” Again
“Monday Evening. “Oh James—oh James—Two
Irish dames Oppress me very sore; I groaning send one sheet I’ve penned— For hang them! there’s no more.” |