750.—Wednesday, September 3, 1856.
T.R. C.—I am now more than ever convinced there must be some mistake or strange coincidence, and in vain I try to solve this distressing mystery by advertising. This is my last attempt, and if still unsuccessful, shall avail myself of the only means I possess of communicating with you. I can endure this state of misery and suspense no longer. My promise must be forgotten. Circumstances alter cases. That of the 28th has given me a severe shock, and I grieve that you should not have spared me this by writing as I asked, and enabling me to do so. By the time you see this, a second letter will be waiting at the post-office, Brighton, addressed to you—name in full, &c., just as usual. Lose no time in getting your letters and replying.—Ever your own.—August 30, 1856.
751.—Friday, September 5, 1856.
T.R. C.—The signature to mine, dated August 28, was a mistake, and must have puzzled you greatly. I am, contrary to my intention, advertising again, as a new light has broken in upon me. Tell me where to write, for I must now communicate with you. I think you have acted very strangely throughout, and unintelligibly. Failing a new address, I shall use the only one I am sure about. The time has arrived. Displeased.—Ever your own, E * *.—September 2, 1856. A third letter awaits you.
752.—Wednesday, September 10, 1856.
JUNE the 8th.—Glorious associations. Mark Tapley in Eden never more jovial. Despatches may be sent to the Strand, en route for Claudet. All’s well.
753.—Saturday, September 13, 1856.
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