&c.

Except for love's sake it wouldn't be worth while to live on at the expense of doing so much harm, but you needn't exhort--I don't give it up.

I mean to live on and be well.
In the meantime, in generous exchange for your miraculous shawl, I send you back sixpence worth of rhymes.

They were written for Arabel's Ragged School bazaar last spring (she wanted our names), and would not be worth your accepting but for the fact of their not being purchaseable anywhere.[39] A few copies were sent out to us lately.

Half I draw back my hand as I give you this little pamphlet, because I seem to hear dear Mr.Martin's sardonic laughter at my phrase about the Czar.