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Mr Cottenet sent a bonboniere.

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little Englishman whom it is not worthwhile giving in to details about sent me a little silver bottle in which I discovered wrapped up in a piece of paper a marshmallow. This had reference to a joke which we had the other day. You will remember without further explanation.
Its over with Mo and myself if it was ever any thing, which I don't think it was. If you understand --- --- ---
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December 31st 1894.

I write 1984 for the last time. I must finish up this account to the end of the year so as to start afresh with the new year.

This past year - what has it brought to me? A great many nice friends for one thing. But how can you call anyone a friend. There was Mo, you thought he was a friend and see how you are not together as you used to be. We must have an understanding that is all ...... The door of my room is opening, slowly.

"Who is it," I call

"It's I, Mo, May I come in?"