’MYDEARJOHN，’IammuchobligedtoyouforgoingtoJones’s。
Isendstampsfortwoshillingsandfourpence，whichiswhatIowetoyou。Itusedonlytobetwoshillingsandtwopence，buttheysayeverythinghasgottobedearernow，andIsupposepillsaswellasotherthings。OnlythinkofPritchardcomingtome，andsayingshewantedherwagesraised，afterlivingwithmefortwentyyears！Iwasveryangry，andscoldedherroundly；butassheacknowledged，shehadbeenwrong，andcriedandbeggedmypardon，Ididgivehertwoguineasayearmore。
’IsawdearLilyjustforamomentonSunday，anduponmywordIthinkshegrowsprettiereveryyear。Shehadayoungfriendwithher——aMissCrawley——who，Ibelieve，isthecousinIhaveheardyouspeakof。Whatisthissadstoryaboutherfather，theclergyman！Mindyoutellmeaboutit。
’ItisquitetruewhatItoldyouabouttheDeCourcys。OldLadyDeCourcyisinLondon，andMrCrosbieisgoingtolawwithherabouthiswife’smoney。HehasbeenatitinonewayortheothereversincepoorLadyAlexandrinadied。Iwishshehadlived，withallmyheart。ForthoughIfeelsurethatourLilywillneverwillinglyseehimagain，yetthetidingsofherdeathdisturbedher，andsetherthinkingofthingsthatwerefadingfromhermind。I
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