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Letter 39.
One West Main Street | Richmond, Virginia |
January 5,
1917
My dear Mr. Reynolds,
I have finished the story,[1] and I hope to send it to you before long. It is a ghost story, not unlike my story in the Christmas Scribner's.
Please get me the largest price you possibly can—even if it has to go to the Cosmopolitan. I couldn't appear in Hearst's Magazine or in some others.
Sincerely yours,
Ellen Glasgow
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