伊丽莎白?芭蕾特?勃朗宁致妹妹（3）

    they e—to the first i had to boe of. but for george, i thought it hard, i confess, that he should have n, if it could have benefited one of you really and essentially—n.

    it norance. i ask of god to sho of you, that never, never did i love you better, all my beloved ones, than  him again in that house and till  everything… or at least, laying the unpleasantness on me of a journey to london previous to the ceremony, e; and to have given the least occasion to a certain class of observations, nant to both of us…  till the night before. uess—it uise the suffering. painful it is to look back upon noive me for et my long letter from paris? and trippy, my short note from havre. ah, dear trippy! let her not think hardly of me. no one can judge of this act, except some one hly the man i have married. he rises on me hour by hour. if ever a being of a higher order lived among us lory round his head, in these latter days, he is such a being.

    papa thinks that i have sold my soul—for genius… mere genius. ht have done er, if i had had the opportunity… but am in no danger of doing nonation. in the meanreat faculties to give me pleasure and comfort…charms me into thinking of him hts … forces me to smile in spite of nil of them—if you had seen him that day at orleans.</p>

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