She is a clever shrewd woman, but most eminently and on all subjects a woman; her passions having her thoughts inside them, instead of her thoughts her passions.

That's the common distinction between women and men, is it not?
Robert, too, will tell you that he hates all Buonapartes, past, present, or to come, but then _he_ says _that_ in his self-willed, pettish way, as a manner of dismissing a subject he won't think about--and knowing very well that he doesn't think about it, not mistaking a feeling for a reason, not for a moment.

There's the difference between women and men.
Well, but you won't come here to knit your brows about politics, but rather to forget all sorts of anxieties and distresses, and be well and happy, I do hope.

You deserve a holiday after all that work.

God bless you, dear friend.
Our united love goes to you and stays with you.
Your ever affectionate BA.
* * * * * _To Miss Mulock_ [Paris]: 138 Avenue des Champs-Elysees: April 27, [1852].
I am afraid you must think me--what can you have thought of me for not immediately answering a letter which brought the tears both to my eyes and my husband's?
I was going to write just _so_, but he said: 'No, do not write yet; wait till we get the book and then you can speak of it with knowledge.' And I waited.
But the misfortune is that Messrs.