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turn upside down) fixes the reference to Shelley--does it not? Not a word of the head--what does _that_ mean, I wonder. I have not been down-stairs to-day--the wind is too cold--but you have walked? ... there was no excuse for you. God bless you, ever dearest. It is my last word till Thursday's first. A fine queen you have, by the way!--a queen Log, whom you had better leave in the bushes! Witness our hand.... BA--REGINA. [Footnote 1: The words in brackets are struck out.] _R.B. to E.B.B._ [Post-mark, March 18, 1846.] Indeed, dearest, you shall not have _last word_ as you think,--all the 'risk' shall not be mine, neither; how can I, in the event, throw ambs-ace (is not that the old word?) and not peril _your_ stakes too, when once we have common stock and are partners? When I see the unicorn and grieve proportionately, do you mean to say you are not going to grieve too, for my sake? And if so--why, _you_ clearly run exactly the same risk,--_must_,--unless you mean to rejoice in my sorrow! So your chance is my chance; my success your success, you say, and my failure, your failure, will you not say? You see, you see, Ba, my own--own! What do you think frightened me in your letter for a second or two? You write 'Let us talk on Thursday ... Monday I forgot'--which I read,--'no, not on Thursday--I had forgotten! It is to be _Monday_ when we meet next'!--whereat ... as a goose In death contracts his talons close, as Hudibras sings--I clutched the letter convulsively--till relief came. So till to-morrow--my all-beloved! Bless you. I am rather hazy in the head as Archer Gurney will find in due season--(he comes, I told you)--but all the morning I have been going for once and for ever through the 'Tragedy,' and it is _done_--(done _for_). Perhaps I may bring it to-morrow--if my sister can copy all; I cut out a huge kind of sermon from the middle and reserve it for a better time--still it is very long; so long! So, if I ask, may I have 'Luria' back to morrow? So shall printing begin, and headache end--and 'no more for the present from your loving' R.B. _E.B.B. to R.B._ Friday. [Post-mark, March 20, 1846.] I shall be late with my letter this morning because my sisters have be
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