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with me.—My wishing to oblige him, made me put myself to some inconvenience
and delay my departure; which was irksome to me, who have not quite as much philosophy, I would not for the world say indifference, as you. God bless you!
Yours truly,
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LETTER XXXIX.
Brighthelmstone, Saturday, April 11.
Here we are, my love, and mean to set out early in the morning; and, if I can find you, I hope to dine with you to-morrow.—I shall drive to 's hotel, where tells me you have
been—