Patras, Morea, October 4th, 1810.

My

Dear Hobhouse, —

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wrote to you two days ago, but the weather and my friend Strané's conversation being much the same, and my ally Nicola

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in bed with a fever, I think I may as well talk to you, the rather, as you can't answer me, and excite my wrath with impertinent observations, at least for three months to come.

I will try not to say the same things I have set down in my other letter of the 2nd, but I can't promise, as my poor head is still giddy with my late fever.

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saw the Lady Hesther Stanhope