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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  

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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