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O, I open this to tell you the best thing in this world.
You know that John has sold his house. I dare say that
he has told you of it. But to whom, think you?—that's
the question!—to whom? To the agent of Edward Molton!
—your chief favorite!—you know. Lord, how I laughed
at him. It was admirably managed: and Molton is in
actual possession, at this moment. Sarah—I can't—
I can't laugh;—it makes me serious when I think of the
villain—: its a good trick, though; but, damn him—I
say it, emphatically, damn him.
F.
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