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that way most of the time. Poor thing. 

There is an English girl and her brother [[strikethrough]] th [[/strikethrough]] here. He is quite an artist and has been here 4 years, she is also artistic but only came when we did.

He is mighty disagreeable but she is quite pleasant and very pretty, only frightfully bashfull [[bashful]] and wears Congress boots. Thats [[That's]] an English trick. They are just like those square toed ones that I had. I see them every morn out front of her door and [[strikethrough]] at [[/strikethrough]] am always tempted to turn them up.

She is a very pluckey [[plucky]] little girl and paints out all weathers, rain or shine, and has a face as red as a boilled [[boiled]] lobster.   Just immagine getting sun burned in January, that is what we are doing.   Our faces are as red as hers (almost).

All our friends have left except the two above mentioned and I can


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hardly call them friends as I dont speak to him and only pass the time of day with her.   They are building a big floor in the center of St. Marc's square to dance on during the carnival, and all along the quay there are men doing tricks, bands of musicians, acrobats and venders of squash seeds.  These seem to be a great luxury here and all the square is filled with white shells the same as Boston Common is with peanut shells after fourth of July. 

So Harry is playing the dude in my absence, well just wait I am going to have some thing made in Paris on my way back. I would'nt [[wouldn't]] only they are so cheap, for they cant [[can't]] make cloths [[clothes]] half as well as they can at home or with half as much style. I wonder if you ever got that book of fashions.
Yours as ever
Ned.