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I Feel Warm

Or, your daily dose of archival intrigue.

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Two notes, One sheet:

First hand (top of page)

Will you do me the favour to destroy the papers I sent you last night — I may have spoken more unnreservedly of a third person than I ought — It is growing colder — will you have a fire.”

Second hand (bottom of page):

My dear Madam

I considered your paper precious to me, and I thought it better to keep it, but since you express a wish to have it destroyed, I will comply. No need of fire. I feel warm.”

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