LONDON, June 13th, 1865.
—Hotter again. We saw field after field cleared of hay on our journey up. Lord Richard came to breakfast, and brought us lovely pinks and roses from Chislehurst. I took some, with my daisies and clover, to the workhouse : old folk charmed. Cut my way through my mountain of notes.
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