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You are quite sure; you say; he asked you about our intentions; You had 

not heard as yet of Lucerne; but told him of Como。 Well; perhaps he will 

come; however; I will not expect it。 Though you say you are sure;if he 

can;   he   will;   you   are   certain。   O   my   dear;   many   thanks   from   your   ever 

affectionate Mary。 



                            II。 Claude to Eustace。 



          Florence。 Action   will   furnish   belief;but   will   that   belief   be   the 

true one? This is the point; you know。          However; it doesn't much matter。 

What one wants; I suppose; is to predetermine the action; So as to make it 



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entail; not a chance belief; but the true one。 Out of the question; you say; if 

a thing isn't wrong we may do it。 Ah! but this WRONG; you seebut I do 

not know that it matters。 Eustace; the Ropers are gone; and no one can tell 

me about them。 

                                                                              Pisa。 Pisa; 

they say they think; and so I follow to Pisa; Hither and thither inquiring。 

I   weary   of   making   inquiries。   I   am   ashamed;   I   declare;   of   asking   people 

about it。 Who are your friends?           You said you had friends who would 

certainly know them。 

                                                                              Florence。 

But it is idle; moping; and thinking; and trying to fix her Image once more 

and more  in;  to   write  the  whole perfect   inscription   Over  and over  again 

upon every page of remembrance。               I have settled to stay at Florence to 

wait for your answer。 Who are your friends?               Write quickly and tell me。 

I wait for your answer。 



     III。 Mary Trevellyn to Miss Roper。at Lucca Baths。 



     You are at Lucca baths; you tell me; to stay for the summer; Florence 

was quite too hot; you can't move further at present。 Will you not come; do 

you   think;   before   the   summer   is   over?    Mr。   C。   got   you   out   with   very 

considerable trouble; And he was useful and kind; and seemed so happy to 

serve you。 Didn't stay with you long; but talked very openly to you; Made 

you almost his confessor; without appearing to know it; What about? 

and you say you didn't need his confessions。 O my dear Miss Roper; I dare 

not trust what you tell me!         Will he come; do you think?          I am really so 

sorry for him。 They didn't give him my letter at Milan; I feel pretty certain。 

You   had   told   him   Bellaggio。    We   didn't   go   to   Bellaggio;   So   he   would 

miss    our   track;  and   perhaps    never   come    to  Lugano;    Where     we   were 

written in full; To Lucerne across the St。 Gothard。 But he could write to 

you;you would tell him where you were going。 



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                              IV。 Claude to Eustace。 



     Let   me;   then;   bear   to  forget   her。  I   will  not   cling  to  her   falsely: 

Nothing factitious or forced shall impair the old happy relation。 I will let 

myself go; forget; not try to remember; I will walk on my way; accept the 

chances that meet me; Freely encounter the world; imbibe these alien airs; 

and Never ask if new feelings and thoughts are of her or of others。 Is she 

not changing herself?the old image would only delude me。 I will be bold; 

too; and change;if it must be。          Yet if in all things; Yet if I do but aspire 

evermore to the Absolute only; I shall be doing; I think; somehow; what 

she will be doing; I shall be thine; O my child; some way; though I know 

not in what way; Let me submit to forget her; I must; I already forget her。 



                              V。 Claude to Eustace。 



     Utterly   vain   is;   alas!   this   attempt   at   the   Absolute;wholly!   I;   who 

believed not in her; because I would fain believe nothing; Have to believe 

as I may; with a wilful; unmeaning acceptance。 I; who refused to enfasten 

the roots of my floating existence In the rich earth; cling now to the hard; 

naked   rock   that   is   left   me;   Ah!   she  was   worthy;   Eustace;and     that; 

indeed; is my comfort; Worthy a nobler heart than a fool such as I could 

have given her。 

      

     Yes; it relieves me to write; though I do not send; and the chance that 

Takes     may    destroy   my    fragments。     But    as  men    pray;   without    asking 

Whether      One    really   exist  to  hear   or  do   anything    for  them;    Simply 

impelled by the need of the moment to turn to a Being In a conception of 

whom there is freedom from all limitation; So in your image I turn to an 

ens rationis of friendship; Even so write in your name I know not to whom 

nor in what wise。 

      

     There   was   a   time;   methought   it   was   but   lately   departed;   When;   if   a 

thing was denied me; I felt I was bound to attempt it; Choice alone should 



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take; and choice alone should surrender。 There was a time; indeed; when I 

had not retired thus early; Languidly thus; from pursuit of a purpose I once 

had adopted;  But it is all over; all   that!         I have  slunk from  the  perilous 

field in Whose wild struggle of forces the prizes of life are contested。                    It 

is over;   all that!    I   am  a   coward;   and   know   it。   Courage   in   me   could   be 

only factitious; unnatural; useless。 

      

     Comfort has come to me here in the dreary streets of the city; Comfort… 

…how   do   you   think?with   a   barrel…organ   to   bring   it。   Moping   along   the 

streets; and cursing my day as I wandered; All of a sudden my ear met the 

sound of an English psalm…tune; Comfort me it did; till indeed I was very 

near   crying。                      Ah;   there   is   some   great   truth;   partial;  very 

likely; but needful; Lodged; I am strangely sure; in the tones of the English 

psalm…tune。   Comfort   it   was   at   least;   and   I   must   take   without   question 

Comfort; however it come; in the dreary streets of the city。 

      

     What     with    trusting   myself     and   seeking    support     from   within    me; 

Almost I could believe I had gained a religious assurance; Formed in my 

own poor soul a great moral basis to rest on。 Ah; but indeed I see; I feel it 

factitious entirely; I refuse; reject; and put it utterly from me; I will look 

straight out; see things; not try to evade them;              Fact shall be fact for me; 

and     the   Truth   the   Truth    as   ever;   Flexible;    changeable;      vague;    and 

multiform; and doubtful。… Off; and depart to the void; thou subtle; fanatical 

tempter! 

      

     I shall behold thee again (is it so?) at a new visitation;                O ill genius 

thou!     I  shall   at   my   life's   dissolution (When   the   pulses   are   weak;   and 

the feeble light of the reason         Flickers; an unfed flame retiring slow from 

the socket);      Low on a sick…bed laid; hear one; as it were; at the doorway; 

And;   looking   up;   see   thee   standing   by;   looking   emptily   at   me;     I   shall 

entreat thee then; though now I dare to refuse thee; Pale and pitiful now; 

but terrible then to the dying。 Well; I will see thee again; and while I can; 

will repel thee。 



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                             VI。 Claude to Eustace。 



     Rome is fallen; I hear; the gallant Medici taken; Noble Manara slain; 

and   Garibaldi   has   lost   il   Moro;   Rome   is   fallen;   and   fallen;   or   falling; 

heroical Venice。 I; meanwhile; for the loss of a single small chit of a girl; 

sit   Moping      and   mourning      here;for   her;   and   myself     much    smaller。 

Whither depart the souls of the brave that die in the battle; Die in the lost; 

lost fight; for the cause that perishes with them? Are they upborne from 

the field on the slumberous pinions of angels Unto a far…off home; where 

the   weary   rest   from   their   labour;               And   the   deep   wounds   are 

healed; and the bitter and burning moisture Wiped from the generous eyes? 

or do they linger; unhappy; Pining; and haunting the grave of their by…gone 

hope and endeavour?            All declamation; alas! though I talk; I care not for 

Rome nor       Italy; feebly and faintly; and but with the lips; can lament the 

Wreck of the Lombard youth; and the victory of the oppressor。                     Whither 

depart the brave?God knows; I certainly do not。 



     

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