half day \u2015 Florence \u2015 & Turin.<\/p>\n
Sent letters to A miserably sleepless night. Morning gray. \u2015 After breakfast \u2015 I work a little at the Florence olives. But I am mortissimo (Absolutely dead.)) in body & soul. \u2015 Yet looking back \u2015 even as far as 6 years old \u2015 (at the clown & circus at Highgate,) \u2015 & then to all since \u2015 how can it be otherwise? The wonder is, things are as well as they are through constant fighting.<\/p>\n Gray \u2015 & showery at times. \u2015 Worked from 2 to 5 at the Turin \u2015 buildings & trees: all ill.<\/p>\n A weary day: \u2015 but when Wrote to Jane Hunt<\/a>.<\/p>\n &, before dinner, a good deal to Lucy Francillon<\/a> \u2015 kind good Lucy.<\/p>\n
\n Ellis Ashton<\/a>
\n Mrs. Bell<\/a>.
\n S.W. Clowes<\/a>.
\n J.B. Edwards<\/a>.
\n T. Cooper<\/a> \u2015 {Dickenson<\/a> | Tarrant<\/a>}
\n Mrs. Robinson<\/a> \u2015
\n Mrs. Bergmann<\/a>.<\/p>\nI<\/s> have I not been weary in winter time \u2015 or indeed anywhere when settled? \u2015 or indeed \u2015 anywhere?<\/p>\n