Merrithew left me well off, and there's no denyin' travellin's improvin' to the mind, though at my age it's some wearin' to the body.

I'm glad," she further confided to Peter at Torcello, "she takes so to Venice.

It's a lot more comfortable goin' about in a gondola.

At Rome, now, I nearly run my legs off." It was later when Savilla had been kept at home by a slight indisposition from a shower that caught them unprepared, she expressed her doubt of a winter in Italy being anything more than a longer stick with which to beat a dog.
"She will have spent all her money on it, and the snow will be just as deep in Bloombury next year.

There isn't anything _really_ the matter with her, but she's just too fine for it.