My dear Mrs. Clarke,—It is almost an impertinence to tell you how delightful your flowers were to me; for you who thought of that beautiful and delicately-timed token of sympathy and remembrance, must know it very well already.
I do assure you that I have hardly ever received anything with so much pleasure in all my life. They are not faded yet—are on my table here—but never can fade out of my remembrance.
I should be less than a Young Gas, and more than an old
Manager—that commemorative portfolio is here too—if I could relieve my
heart of half that it could say to you. All
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