Dear Flora,

I am despondent as I report that Edith is threatening to leave me for the love of that scheming sailor, Gerard Stiles.  Even worse, yet another sea-dog is furiously jealous.  I do hope they do not come to blows.  These men are drunken, violent, and may be outside Collinwood.  I have sought out Edith, but I am so horribly limited.

I must accept fate.

I merely seek a kind shoulder, dear cousin.



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