Oh, we Italians grow out of the English bark; it won't hold us after a time.

Such a happy year I have had this last! I do love Florence so! When Penini says, 'Sono Italiano, voglio essere Italiano,' I agree with him perfectly.
So we shall come back of course, if we live; indeed, we leave this house ready to come back to, meaning, if we can, to let our rooms simply.
Little Penini looks like a rose, and has, besides, the understanding and sweetness of a creature 'a little lower than the angels.' I don't care any less for him than I did, upon the whole.
I hear the Sartoris's think of Paris for next winter, and mean to give up Rome.

She has been a good deal secluded, until quite lately, they say, on account of her father's death and brother's worse than death, which may account in part for any backwardness you may have observed.

As to her 'not liking Dr.Braun,' do _you_ believe in anybody's not liking Dr.Braun?
_I_ don't quite.

It's more difficult for me to 'receive' than the notion of the spiritual hand--'tenderly touching.' Do you know young Leighton[43] of Rome?
If so, you will be glad of this wonderful success of his picture,[44] bought by the Queen, and applauded by the Academicians, and he not twenty-five.
The lady who brought your book did not leave her name here, so of course she did not _mean_ to be called on.
Our kindest regards for dear Dr.Braun, and repeated truest thanks to both of you.