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Crotch disputed some of your facts about the wingless insects, but he is a crotchety man. As far as I remember, I did not venture to ask Mr. Appleton to get you to review me, but only said, in answer to an inquiry, that you would undoubtedly be the best, or one of the very few men who could do so effectively. Down, Beckenham, Kent, S.E. March 24, 1871.
The long drive and change did him good, and he was well enough to take me to the Cathedral, and show me the town, where we lingered two days, and then took another carriage for Croydon. At that stage my husband told me that we were not far from Beckenham, and proposed that we should call upon Mr. and Mrs. Craik on the following day.
"Go up and say good-bye to 'Martin Luther, and then I'll see what you can do to help me." I look into the jumbled stores of the middle distance of memory, and Beckenham seems to me a quite transitory phase. But really they were there several years; through nearly all my married life, in fact, and far longer than the year and odd months we lived together at Wimblehurst.
Its importance rests solely in the fact that the apparition appeared as the result, not of death, but of a very serious injury which might have had fatal consequences: "Some years ago, a lady named L. B. was staying with relations at Beckenham, her husband being away at a shooting party in Essex.
Hoping that you are in good health, and wishing you the compliments of the season, I remain yours very faithfully, Down, Beckenham, Kent. January 2, 1881. My dear Wallace, The case which you give is a very striking one, and I had overlooked it in Nature. But I remain as great a heretic as ever.
Best setting for us, I think, would be the Beckenham snuggery, because there we worked hardest. It would be the lamplit room of the early nineties, and the clock upon the mantel would indicate midnight or later. We would be sitting on either side of the fire, I with a pipe, my uncle with a cigar or cigarette. There would be glasses standing inside the brass fender.
We discussed and worked out distribution together first in the drawing-room floor in Gower Street with my aunt sometimes helping very shrewdly, and then, with a steadily improving type of cigar and older and older whisky, in his smuggery at their first house, the one in Beckenham. Often we worked far into the night sometimes until dawn.
Why should they not go to Beckenham? the place was so near London, could be reached with so little expense, and yet was rustic. "We must get rid of one of the rings, Jane," Clarissa said, looking at it doubtfully. "I'll manage that, mum don't you fidget yourself about that. There's a pawnbroker's in the next street. I'll take it round there in the evening, if you like, mum." Clarissa shuddered.
I hope the matter will not be allowed to drop. Down, Beckenham, Kent. August 28, 1872. My dear Wallace, I have at last finished the gigantic job of reading Dr. Bastian's book, and have been deeply interested in it. You wished to hear my impression, but it is not worth sending. He seems to me an extremely able man, as indeed I thought when I read his first essay.
Hoping you are in good health, and with my best compliments to Mrs. Darwin and the rest of your family, believe me yours very faithfully, Down, Beckenham, Kent. September 16, 1878. My dear Wallace, I return the paper signed, and most heartily wish that you may be successful, not only for your own sake, but for that of Natural Science, as you would then have more time for new researches.
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