The Pages of the Letter

December 7, 1897

My dear Jinnie,

I have sent, or rather it will be sent, one hare (and it’s a big one) and two hen pheasants. You may do what you like with them. They were killed on Saturday, ought to be good by Xmas day.

I have had to come here for no reason whatever and don’t like it; of course my usual luck.

I wrote to Mother and told her I couldn’t come for Xmas but have not had any reply yet.

I hope you enjoyed The Ball, but have no doubt you did. I suppose your forgot all about Robert.

Fondest love from your own Bob.

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