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which in her later years she looked back as one of the happiest of her life.
Yet she was often unhappy, sometimes suffering.
Humanity, her husband's faithful taskmistress, had not yet set her to work, and the long hours of his service left her lonely, and — the babies once in bed -at a loss.
Her eyes, injured in Rome, in 1843, by the throwing of confetti (made, in those days, of lime), gave her much trouble, often exquisite pain.
She rarely, in our memory, used them in the evening.
Yet, in later life, all the miseries, little and big, were dismissed with a smile and a sigh and a shake of the head.
“I was very naughty in those days” she would say.
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