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.'

_R.B. to E.B.B._

Sunday Evening.

[Post-mark, March 2, 1846.]

One or two words, if no more, I must write to dearest Ba, the night

would go down in double blackness if I had neither written nor been

written to! So here is another piece of 'kindness' on my part, such as

I have received praise for of late! My own sweetest, there is just

this good in such praise, that by it one comes to something pleasantly

definite amid the hazy uncertainties of mere wishes and

possibilities--while my whole heart does, _does_ so yearn, love, to do

something to prove its devotion for you; and, now and then, amuses

itself with foolish imaginings of real substantial services to which

it should be found equal if fortune so granted; suddenly you interpose

with thanks, in such terms as would all too much reward the highest of

even those services which are never to be; and for what?--for a note,

a going to Town, a ----! Well, there are definite beginnings

certainly, if you will recognise them--I mean, that since you _do_

accept, far from 'despising this day of small things,' then I may

take heart, and be sure that even though none of the great

achievements should fall to my happy chance, still the barrenest,

flattest life will--_must_ of needs produce in its season better

fruits than these poor ones--I keep it, value it, now, that it may

produce such.

Also I determine never again to 'analyse,' nor let you analyse if the

sweet mouth can be anyway stopped: the love shall be one and

indivisible--and the Loves we used to know from

One another huddled lie ...

Close beside Her tenderly--

(which is surely the next line). Now am I not anxious to know what

your father said? And if anybody else said or wondered ... how should

I know? Of all fighting--the warfare with shadows--what a work is

_there_. But tell me,--and, with you for me--

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