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One cold, bright day
after another has pierced me to the heart, and cut me in twain as with a
sword, keen and sharp, and poisoned at point and edge. I did not think
that cold weather could have made me so very miserable. Having caught a
feverish influenza, I was really glad of being muffled up comfortably in
the fever heat. The atmosphere certainly has a peculiar quality of
malignity. After a day or two we settled ourselves in a suite of ten
rooms, comprehending one flat, or what is called the second piano of this
house. The rooms, thus far, have been very uncomfortable, it being
impossible to warm them by means of the deep, old-fashioned, inartificial
fireplaces, unless we had the great logs of a New England forest to burn
in them; so I have sat in my corner by the fireside with more clothes on
than I ever wore before, and my thickest great-coat over all. In the
middle of the day I generally venture out for an hour or two, but have
only once been warm enough even in the sunshine, and out of the sun never
at any time.


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