Sunday, 30 December 1860
Pouring rain, & hot!!!!!!! τι καιρὸς!1
Rose ― & wrote through the day ― some 15 letters.
Callen on Mrs. Davidson ―nice old lady.
Just after ――――― dire confusion.
The great cistern had burst, & the rooms were being flooded.
Had to pack like lightening ― & did so.
Dined.
Then, perceiving how fearfully damp all things were, I saw I could not stay in these rooms anyhow ― & packe all.
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[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]
- What [foul) weather! (NB). [↩]