896.—Monday, November 2, 1857.
YES.—Hold! till know all. My friend middling yet. All for you, and give up two years. If yes, put the signal in a sentence home: if lost, a blotted inside envelope at home. Up! up! upon relying Write.
897.—Tuesday, November 3, 1857.
X.—I must send the poor little girl round by sea to be tossed on the Atlantic for six days. My poverty, not my will consents. Is it true Nena Sahib was stripped of his patrimony? Decimals and poverty—£2,300 and starvation. St. Swithin.—Cygne.
898.—Tuesday, November 3, 4, 1857.
BIANCHINA.—Always, always the same. Don’t forget.
899.—Saturday, November 7, 1857.
BIANCHINA.—WRITE when you can till the great day comes, when words will give place to actions.
900.—Saturday, November 14, 1857.
TO W.—If you really wish to see me, let me know what day you go to D., and where I can find you.—Mimi, Nov. 12, 1857.