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masculine oaths would go to each hundred of the articles.
Well, that's enough about that.
You have had one of my bricks sent you, and hang me if I believe you have read it. Sweetison (a new little 'spression which I have this minute invented), I stayed at Oak Glen until Monday last, which was the 21st.
Then I came here by the way of Boston, and arrove on Tuesday evening. Our quarters, or rather eighths, are small, considering my papers and Maud's clothes.
The food is fine, the style first-rate, the rigs imposing to a degree, but, ah!
I kind of hate it all. New York is too frightfully dirty!
and then so stereotyped and commonplace.
Boston losing its prestige?
Not as I am at present advised ....
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