“. . . My second motive for writing relates to
yourself. I became acquainted here with a man of letters who wished to
translate your novel, but
who could not find a bookseller that approved the undertaking. This gentleman,
whose name is Bulow, is now at Berlin, and I have received
a letter from him to-day, to inform me that a publisher of that city, named
Unger, will give ten
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“Being at this distance, my heart revolts at concluding without signing myself—Ever and ever affectionately yours,