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I’m okay. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. His strength has been described as prodigious; but now, heightened by his desire for vengeance, it was irresistible. I too, Anna, have watched and read of your success with—I must confess it—some misgiving.
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