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Tonight, I'm continuing the story, the tenant of Wildvilleell Hall.

So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story.

July 3rd.

My last bitter letter has rung from him and answered at last, and a rather longer one than usual.

But still, I don't know what to make of it. He playfully abuses me for the gall and vinegar of my latest effusion, tells me I can have no conception of the multitudinous engagements that keep

him away, but avers that, in spite of them all, he will assuredly be with me before the close

of next week, though it is impossible for a man so circumstance as he is to fix the precise

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