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How I wish that some marvel of transport were in existence, some speedy way to take me across the ocean and to your father - or at the very least to England, where I might have choice words to speak to that wretched king who has so made a misery of our lives.
But it is little use moping when the roof needs mending and the middens to be turned out onto the fields. Thank heaven for Cousin Cotton Tufts' sovereign spring tonic - without it I do not know how I could keep the ague at bay this chilly spring.
Perhaps when I next write to your father I will broach the topic we have discussed. Surely our government will consider the contribution of a small additional stipend to bring the remainder of the Ambassador's family to France.
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