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from the Englishman, but not help for it. A magnificent streak of forked lightening splits the clouds! My neighbor remarks that "nature's fireworks are finer than mans." I assent, conversation continues, we discuss fifty different subjects, the rain continues also, | 217) from the Englishman, but not help for it. - A magnificent streak of forked lightening splits the clouds! My neighbor remarks that "nature's fireworks are finer than mans." I assent, - conversation continues, we discuss fifty different subjects, the rain continues also, & the puddle in my lap grows larger. It really was a fearful storm while it lasted; & the danger & novelty were very exciting; & as it was almost dark I could not see the Englishman, & it was quite romantic to be talking to him for an hour or so without seeing his face, so that if we had met next day I should not have known it. - We were very moist when we reached here, & a hot dinner, hot bottle, hot drink, & dry clothes just saved us from getting sick. - So I went from Wednesday until Saturday, three days without being worse, Sunday not so well, & Monday in bed where I have been until now, exhausted with heat; & absolutely miserable. And so it is all the time, besides my original illness which has now lasted two years, I have these small intermittant diseases, which a well | ||
\218 person would consider annoying enough. To go way back when we went to Florida, I was laid up a week in Richmond with that horrid nettle rash, & the same in New York. - And that fearful sun-stroke in Nice that put me back three months; & then at Rome I was so sick, & we had such a fearful week at the hotel in Florence, & then two weeks in Lucca, which I shudder every time I think of, & then in Baden I had a cold, & a swelled face, & then all my dreadful faint turns, like the one between Richmond & Augusta, when we had to get out at a Southern village called Sumpter, our experience there only equalled by St Michael, at the foot of the Mont Cenis. And all these, except the faints, seem to have been so unecessary & entirely unconnected with my illness. I dont believe in people who try to remember everything horrid that happens to them; I try to forget, & succeed admirably; Sister says she knows that when once I am well, I will forget all about how sick I have | |||
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217) from the Englishman, but not help for it. - A magnificent streak of forked lightening splits the clouds! My neighbor remarks that "nature's fireworks are finer than mans." I assent, - conversation continues, we discuss fifty different subjects, the rain continues also, & the puddle in my lap grows larger. It really was a fearful storm while it lasted; & the danger & novelty were very exciting; & as it was almost dark I could not see the Englishman, & it was quite romantic to be talking to him for an hour or so without seeing his face, so that if we had met next day I should not have known it. - We were very moist when we reached here, & a hot dinner, hot bottle, hot drink, & dry clothes just saved us from getting sick. - So I went from Wednesday until Saturday, three days without being worse, Sunday not so well, & Monday in bed where I have been until now, exhausted with heat; & absolutely miserable. And so it is all the time, besides my original illness which has now lasted two years, I have these small intermittant diseases, which a well
\218 person would consider annoying enough. To go way back when we went to Florida, I was laid up a week in Richmond with that horrid nettle rash, & the same in New York. - And that fearful sun-stroke in Nice that put me back three months; & then at Rome I was so sick, & we had such a fearful week at the hotel in Florence, & then two weeks in Lucca, which I shudder every time I think of, & then in Baden I had a cold, & a swelled face, & then all my dreadful faint turns, like the one between Richmond & Augusta, when we had to get out at a Southern village called Sumpter, our experience there only equalled by St Michael, at the foot of the Mont Cenis. And all these, except the faints, seem to have been so unecessary & entirely unconnected with my illness. I dont believe in people who try to remember everything horrid that happens to them; I try to forget, & succeed admirably; Sister says she knows that when once I am well, I will forget all about how sick I have