I feel very, very much obliged by your approbation; but, at

this moment

, praise, even

your

praise, passes by me like "the idle wind." I meant and mean to send you a copy the moment of publication; but now I can

[think]

of nothing but damned, deceitful,—delightful woman, as Mr. Liston says in the

Knight of Snowdon

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?