Sunday, 30 December 1860

Pouring rain, & hot!!!!!!! τι καιρὸς! ((What [foul) weather! (NB).))

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.

XX14

[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]

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