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DEAR ENEMY
orphans, he said; it was just that he didn't like them in juxtaposition to me. And to prove his good intentions, he would send them a bag of peanuts.
I feel as fresh and revivified after my little fling as though I'd had a real vacation. There's no doubt about it, an hour or so of exciting talk is more of a tonic to me than a pint of iron and strychnine pills.
You owe me two letters, dear Madam. Pay them tout de suite, or I lay down my pen forever.
Yours, as usual,
S. McB.
