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since I heard from you, or indeed since I wrote. You will pardon me, I know, for all my faults when you have read all my budget of news. Well, I got my husband back all right; when we arrived at Exeter there was a carriage waiting for us, and in it, though he had an attack of gout,

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Hawkins. He took us to his house, where there were rooms for us all nice and comfortable, and we dined together. After dinner

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