How easy it would be to etch them out! Frightfully easy.
* * * * * _To Miss E.F.

Haworth_ [Paris] 3: Rue du Colisee: Monday, January 29, 1856 [postmark].
Dearest Fanny,--I can't get over it that you should fancy I meant to 'banter' you.[47] If I wrote lightly, it was partly that _you_ wrote lightly, and partly perhaps because at bottom I wasn't light at all.
When one feels out of spirits, it's the most natural thing possible to be extravagantly gay; now, isn't it?
And now believe me with what truth and earnestness of heart I am interested in all that concerns you; and this is every woman's chief concern, of course, this great fact of love and marriage.

My advice is, be sure of him _first_, and of yourself _chiefly_.

For the rest I would marry ('if I were a woman,' I was going to say), though the whole world spouted fire in my face.

Marriage is a personal matter, be sure, and the nearest and wisest can't judge for you.