_Sunday Morning [Paris, Dec. 29, 1793]._
You seem to have taken up your abode at Havre. Pray sir! when do you think
of coming home? or, to write very considerately, when will business permit
you? I shall expect (as the country people say in England) that you will
make a _power_ of money to indemnify me for your absence.
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Well! but, my love, to the old story--am I to see you this week, or this
month?--I do not know what you are about--for, as you did not tell me, I
would not ask Mr. ----, who is generally pretty communicative.
I long to see Mrs. ----; not to hear from you, so do not give yourself
airs, but to get a letter from Mr. ----. And I am half angry with you for
not informing me whether she had brought one with her or not.--On this
score I will cork up some of the kind things that were ready to drop from
my pen, which has never been dipt in gall when addressing you; or, will
only suffer an exclamation--"The creature!" or a kind look to escape me,
when I pass the slippers--which I could not remove from my _falle_ door,
though they are not the handsomest of their kind.
_Be not too anxious to get money!--for nothing worth having is to be
purchased._ God bless you.
Yours affectionately,
MARY.