I had a letter from her just before she went, written in so firm a hand, and so vital a spirit, that I could feel little apprehension of never seeing her in the body again.

God's will be done.

It is better so, I am sure.
She seemed to me to see her way clearly, and to have as few troubling doubts in respect to the future life as she had to the imminent end of the present.
Often we have talked and thought of you since the last time we saw you, and, before your letter came, we had ventured to put on the list of expected pleasures connected with our visit to England, fixed for next summer, the pleasure of seeing more of Mr.Ruskin.For the rest, there will be some bitter things too.

I do not miss them generally in England, and among them this time will be an empty place where I used always to find a tender and too indulgent friend.
You need not be afraid of my losing a letter of yours.

The peril would be mine in that case.