The Pages of the Letter

December 22, 1897

My own love,

I am as much disappointed as you are, but it can not be helped. I have just got here from Walcot and after a 20 mile drive can scarcely write it is so cold. I am glad you had the game all right and also that you gave Charlie the hare; I hope they won’t find any maggots in it.

I think that it is only fair to me that when you are insulted you should tell me who the insulter is, if any one should do so again, kindly refer them to me and I will see that it does not happen again!

I sent Lee a brace of Pheasants today and also a cake for the kids.

My dear love, I cannot write anymore so with fondest love wishing you a very happy Xmas I am, dear Jinnie, your own dear love Bob.

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