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[[left side]] that after a Parisian garret [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] "cours de dessein [[dessin]]" & Bon Chance [[strikethrough]] that [[/strikethrough]] both filter and pumice stone would be well applied to the "body of my mind"— Mr Darwin met us at the door with a cordial greeting - I am not in love with him He is too much like Dr Bacon - of whom he strongly reminds me - in looks - and meagre and dyspeptic keeness [[keenness]] He is less irrepressible younger of course and has not Dr B's power and originality Maud is lovely and fills her position with a quiet simplicity and dignity which makes me proud of her for a comely woman [[right side]] first Newham Grange— Tuesday morning— Oh May May if you could see me now. I can well imagine your little shrieks of ecstacy, not at me, but my place— Think of my tea gown - thats the general tone and style of my room, then that my [[beveled?]] white curtained window looks down over a white wisteria vine into a little river, swept by low boughed trees, and accross [[across]] a luscious green meadow which melts off in snoring sunshine to a distance of big trees and quiet country— There is a path a little distance off where
Transcription Notes:
cours de dessin = drawing lesson