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\"Dec。1st，1843。
\"ThisisSundaymorning。Theyareattheiridolatrous’messe，’
andIamhere，thatisintheRefectoire。Ishouldlikeuncommonlytobeinthedining-roomathome，orinthekitchen，orinthebackkitchen。Ishouldlikeeventobecuttingupthehash，withtheclerkandsomeregisterpeopleattheothertable，andyoustandingby，watchingthatIputenoughflour，nottoomuchpepper，and，aboveall，thatIsavethebestpiecesofthelegofmuttonforTigerandKeeper，thefirstofwhichpersonageswouldbejumpingaboutthedishandcarving-knife，andthelatterstandinglikeadevouringflameonthekitchen-floor。Tocompletethepicture，Tabbyblowingthefire，inordertoboilthepotatoestoasortofvegetableglue！Howdivinearetheserecollectionstomeatthismoment！YetIhavenothoughtofcominghomejustnow。Ilackarealpretextfordoingso；itistruethisplaceisdismaltome，butIcannotgohomewithoutafixedprospectwhenI
getthere；andthisprospectmustnotbeasituation；thatwouldbejumpingoutofthefrying-panintothefire。YOUcallyourselfidle！absurd，absurd！……Ispapawell？Areyouwell？andTabby？YouaskaboutQueenVictoria’svisittoBrussels。IsawherforaninstantflashingthroughtheRueRoyaleinacarriageandsix，surroundedbysoldiers。Shewaslaughingandtalkingverygaily。Shelookedalittlestout，vivaciouslady，veryplainlydressed，notmuchdignityorpretensionabouther。TheBelgianslikedherverywellonthewhole。TheysaidsheenlivenedthesombrecourtofKingLeopold，whichisusuallyasgloomyasaconventicle。Writetomeagainsoon。Tellmewhetherpapareallywantsmeverymuchtocomehome，andwhetheryoudolikewise。IhaveanideathatIshouldbeofnousethere——asortofagedpersonupontheparish。Ipray，withheartandsoul，thatallmaycontinuewellatHaworth；aboveallinourgreyhalf-