Yet I grew cold to the heart as I set foot on the ground of it, and wished myself away.

Also, the sort of life is not perhaps the best for me and the sort of climate is really the worst.
You heard of Mr.Kenyon's goodness to us; I told Arabel to tell you.
But I must end here.

Another time I will talk of Paris, which I do hope will suit us as a residence.

I was quite well there, the three weeks we stayed, and am far from well just now.

You see, the weight of the atmosphere, which seems to me like lead, combined with the excitement, is too much at once.