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Letter 34.
One West Eighty-fifth Street | [New York, N. Y.] |
November 22, 1911
Dear Mr. Reynolds,
I haven't anything new I could possibly use as a serial. My new novel won't be finished for at least two years.[1] Of course, if I could get a good price
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Sincerely yours,
Ellen Glasgow
I've moved to New York for the winter, you know.
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