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looking fatigued, I asked her to go thro' the pretty court [[strikethrough]] to [[/strikethough]] and demand the conceirge to give up any mail that might have been delivered for me into her piratical hands. Presently the little dark eyed witch came running back with two letters. Her sparkling expression and [[strikethrough]] two [[/ strikethough]] letters from home made me smile all over. 

I would give a good deal to know just how you were this minute. You must hurry up and get on your feet, and by the time this reaches you I hope you can again fill the position you lately and
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have always held that is being the chief representative of the beauty, the courage, the strength of S.D. Loring's family. I forgot to mention wisdom which might be place after or before your beauty. The tender little Italian is really very much concerned about your condition. She says when she has a stomach ache her mother tickles [[strikethrough]] her [[/strikethrough]] the soles of her feet with a straw, and you must have your mamma do the same.

Tell mother that if everything goes right October 15th I shall ship home two paintings. That I am receiving visits every day from mothers with children and am gradually being submerged by interesting [[strikethough]] themis [[/strikethough]]themes