10/16 If my hair comes out much when I comb it, it sets my heart beating; and it is a daily misery to me that my hands are larger than they should be, belonging to Edward's 'resplendent wife.' I thank heaven that you and I always saw the necessity of being careful of our fingernails. My feet are of moderate size, though they are not French feet, as Edward says. He sent me to the dancing-master in London, but it was too late. He does not dance (or mind dancing) himself, only he does not like me to miss one perfection. |