We love you dearly, and talk of you continually--of both of you.
Your most affectionate sister, BA.
Best love to your father .-- Peninni.
* * * * * _To John Kenyon_ Casa Guidi: November 23, 1852.
We flatter ourselves, dearest Mr.Kenyon, that as we think so much of you, you may be thinking a little of us, and will not be sorry--who knows ?--to have a few words from us.
November 24.
Just as I was writing, had written, that sentence yesterday, came the letter which contained your notelet.

Thank you, thank you, dearest friend, it is very pleasant to have such a sign from your hand across the Alps of kindness and remembrance.

As to my sins in the choice of the Mont Cenis route, 'Bradshaw' was full of temptation, and the results to me have so entirely passed away now, that even the wholesome state of repentance is very faded in the colours.

What chiefly remains is the sense of wonderful contrast between climate and climate when we found ourselves at Genoa and in June.

I can't get rid of the astonishment of it even now.