This is to wish you well as it leaves me. I can do two colours
now, as you see by pattern. The women here are poor things, pale
and small, mostly fair, and not a real melting dark eye among
them. I was bid to a banquet at the house of an alderman that is
a weaver. There was a young wench sat by me that had spared her
bodice-stuff but not her blushes. I called to mind a dark stone
chamber, and young Camperdine’s face in the shadows, and a woman
that did what she did for loving-kindness and in bitterness of
spirit, but did look like an apple-blossom fairy all the same,
and did light a fire in one chap as will be very hard to dout.
And so a happy Christmas and a good New Year from