FRIDAY MORNING, ELEVEN O'CLOCK
-- How swiftly , through every difficulty , do we move with the one ! -- how tardily with the other ! -- every trifling obstruction weighing us down , as if lead were fastened to our feet ! FRIDAY MORNING , ELEVEN O'CLOCK . I have already made up my parcel of linen . My heart ached all the time I was employed about it ; and still aches , at the thoughts of its being a necessary precaution . When the parcel comes to your hands , as I hope it safely will , you will be pleased to open it .