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But
darkness, to objects of sight, is annihilation, as long as the darkness
lasts.

May 9th.--Mrs. Jameson called this forenoon to ask us to go and see her
this evening; . . . . so that I had to receive her alone, devolving part
of the burden on Miss Shepard and the three children, all of whom I
introduced to her notice. Finding that I had not been farther beyond the
walls of Rome than the tomb of Cecilia Metella, she invited me to take a
drive of a few miles with her this afternoon. . . . . The poor lady seems
to be very lame; and I am sure I was grateful to her for having taken the
trouble to climb up the seventy steps of our staircase, and felt pain at
seeing her go down them again. It looks fearfully like the gout, the
affection being apparently in one foot. The hands, by the way, are
white, and must once have been, perhaps now are, beautiful. She must
have been a perfectly pretty woman in her day,--a blue or gray eyed,
fair-haired beauty. I think that her hair is not white, but only flaxen
in the extreme.


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