#134

<p>Monday Morning.<br>
[In the same envelope with the preceding letter.]
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<p> This arrived on Saturday night &nbsp;-&nbsp;- I just correct it in time for this our first post &nbsp;-&nbsp;- will it do, the new matter? I can take it to-morrow &nbsp;-&nbsp;- when I am to see you &nbsp;-&nbsp;- if you are able to glance through it by then.
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<p> The ‘Inscription,’ how does that read?
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<p> There is strange temptation, by the way, in the space they please to leave for the presumable ‘motto’ &nbsp;-&nbsp;- ‘they but remind me of mine own conception’ &nbsp;.&nbsp;.&nbsp;. but one must give no clue, of a silk’s breadth, to the ‘<span>Bower</span>,’ <span>yet</span>, One day!
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<p> &nbsp;-&nbsp;- Which God send you, dearest, and your
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<p>R.B.
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