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As
I
said
in
my
last
that
it
was
best
for
nobody
to
write
to
me
,
and
as
my
sending
you
another
little
letter
can
therefore
give
you
no
other
trouble
than
the
trouble
of
reading
it
(
perhaps
you
may
not
find
leisure
for
even
that
,
though
I
hope
you
will
some
day
)
,
I
am
now
going
to
devote
an
hour
to
writing
to
you
again
.
This
time
,
I
write
from
Rome
.
We
left
Venice
before
Mr
and
Mrs
Gowan
did
,
but
they
were
not
so
long
upon
the
road
as
we
were
,
and
did
not
travel
by
the
same
way
,
and
so
when
we
arrived
we
found
them
in
a
lodging
here
,
in
a
place
called
the
Via
Gregoriana
.
I
dare
say
you
know
it
.
Now
I
am
going
to
tell
you
all
I
can
about
them
,
because
I
know
that
is
what
you
most
want
to
hear
.
Theirs
is
not
a
very
comfortable
lodging
,
but
perhaps
I
thought
it
less
so
when
I
first
saw
it
than
you
would
have
done
,
because
you
have
been
in
many
different
countries
and
have
seen
many
different
customs
.
Of
course
it
is
a
far
,
far
better
place
—
millions
of
times
—
than
any
I
have
ever
been
used
to
until
lately
;
and
I
fancy
I
don
’
t
look
at
it
with
my
own
eyes
,
but
with
hers
.
For
it
would
be
easy
to
see
that
she
has
always
been
brought
up
in
a
tender
and
happy
home
,
even
if
she
had
not
told
me
so
with
great
love
for
it
.
Well
,
it
is
a
rather
bare
lodging
up
a
rather
dark
common
staircase
,
and
it
is
nearly
all
a
large
dull
room
,
where
Mr
Gowan
paints
.
The
windows
are
blocked
up
where
any
one
could
look
out
,
and
the
walls
have
been
all
drawn
over
with
chalk
and
charcoal
by
others
who
have
lived
there
before
—
oh
,
—
I
should
think
,
for
years
!
There
is
a
curtain
more
dust
-
coloured
than
red
,
which
divides
it
,
and
the
part
behind
the
curtain
makes
the
private
sitting
-
room
.
When
I
first
saw
her
there
she
was
alone
,
and
her
work
had
fallen
out
of
her
hand
,
and
she
was
looking
up
at
the
sky
shining
through
the
tops
of
the
windows
.
Pray
do
not
be
uneasy
when
I
tell
you
,
but
it
was
not
quite
so
airy
,
nor
so
bright
,
nor
so
cheerful
,
nor
so
happy
and
youthful
altogether
as
I
should
have
liked
it
to
be
.
On
account
of
Mr
Gowan
’
s
painting
Papa
’
s
picture
(
which
I
am
not
quite
convinced
I
should
have
known
from
the
likeness
if
I
had
not
seen
him
doing
it
)
,
I
have
had
more
opportunities
of
being
with
her
since
then
than
I
might
have
had
without
this
fortunate
chance
.
She
is
very
much
alone
.
Very
much
alone
indeed
.
Shall
I
tell
you
about
the
second
time
I
saw
her
?
I
went
one
day
,
when
it
happened
that
I
could
run
round
by
myself
,
at
four
or
five
o
’
clock
in
the
afternoon
.
She
was
then
dining
alone
,
and
her
solitary
dinner
had
been
brought
in
from
somewhere
,
over
a
kind
of
brazier
with
a
fire
in
it
,
and
she
had
no
company
or
prospect
of
company
,
that
I
could
see
,
but
the
old
man
who
had
brought
it
.
He
was
telling
her
a
long
story
(
of
robbers
outside
the
walls
being
taken
up
by
a
stone
statue
of
a
Saint
)
,
to
entertain
her
—
as
he
said
to
me
when
I
came
out
,
‘
because
he
had
a
daughter
of
his
own
,
though
she
was
not
so
pretty
.
’
I
ought
now
to
mention
Mr
Gowan
,
before
I
say
what
little
more
I
have
to
say
about
her
.
He
must
admire
her
beauty
,
and
he
must
be
proud
of
her
,
for
everybody
praises
it
,
and
he
must
be
fond
of
her
,
and
I
do
not
doubt
that
he
is
—
but
in
his
way
.
You
know
his
way
,
and
if
it
appears
as
careless
and
discontented
in
your
eyes
as
it
does
in
mine
,
I
am
not
wrong
in
thinking
that
it
might
be
better
suited
to
her
.
If
it
does
not
seem
so
to
you
,
I
am
quite
sure
I
am
wholly
mistaken
;
for
your
unchanged
poor
child
confides
in
your
knowledge
and
goodness
more
than
she
could
ever
tell
you
if
she
was
to
try
.
But
don
’
t
be
frightened
,
I
am
not
going
to
try
.
Owing
(
as
I
think
,
if
you
think
so
too
)
to
Mr
Gowan
’
s
unsettled
and
dissatisfied
way
,
he
applies
himself
to
his
profession
very
little
.
He
does
nothing
steadily
or
patiently
;
but
equally
takes
things
up
and
throws
them
down
,
and
does
them
,
or
leaves
them
undone
,
without
caring
about
them
.
When
I
have
heard
him
talking
to
Papa
during
the
sittings
for
the
picture
,
I
have
sat
wondering
whether
it
could
be
that
he
has
no
belief
in
anybody
else
,
because
he
has
no
belief
in
himself
.
Is
it
so
?
I
wonder
what
you
will
say
when
you
come
to
this
!
I
know
how
you
will
look
,
and
I
can
almost
hear
the
voice
in
which
you
would
tell
me
on
the
Iron
Bridge
.
