This is not endurable ... ought not to be ... should it now? Do tell me.
May God bless you, very dearest! Let me hear how you are—and think how I am
Your own....
R.B. to E.B.B.
[Post-mark, March 2, 1846.]
Dearest, I have been kept in town and just return in time to say why you have no note ... to-morrow I will write ... so much there is to say on the subject of this letter I find.
Bless you, all beloved—
R.B.
Oh, do not sleep another night on that horrible error I have led you into! The 'Dulwich Gallery'!—!!!—oh, no. Only some pictures to be sold at the Greyhound Inn, Dulwich—'the genuine property of a gentleman deceased.'