10/72 Alas! I am unclean to His eyes, and shall be until He may deign to let me stand forth in His sight as one of those who have not incurred His wrath. It is morning, and I write by a fire which all the night I have kept alive, Madam Mina aiding me. So cold that the grey heavy sky is full of snow, which when it falls will settle for all winter as the ground is hardening to receive it. |