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nights running! Wilson the doctor is a
complete idiot. He knows nothing & thinks
he makes up for his ignorance by being very
depressing. I can't yet see when I am to
get away or what to do about the Ladykin.
At first it would undoubtedly distress
Mother very much if either of us left.

I am wondering how you are, my
little mouflée, & how you are getting on.
I have paid my telephone arrears, so the
service will be resumed again. The insolent
brutes cut us off. I hope Bryanston
St is getting to rights again. I long for