To write--of politics--as I talk, seems to me like an effort to jump away from my shadow.

The black dog of consciousness declines to be shaken off.

If some one commanded me to talk as I write! I suspect it would be a way of winding me up to a sharp critical pitch rapidly.
'Not good news of Lord D.I have had messages.

Mr.Dacier conceals his alarm.

The PRINCESS gave great gratification.