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Sunday.
My Dear Howells:
My book is really finished at last—every care is off my mind, everything is out of my way—so I have accepted the invitation to be at the Holmes breakfast.
I’ll bet a million my bed in your house has meantime been turned over to another; but if (on your honor) it hasn’t, & I won’t be incommoding you in the least, may I still come to you—say Dec. 2?
Yrs Ever
Mark.
Source text(s):
MS, MH-H, shelf mark bMS Am 1784 (98).
Previous publication:
MTHL, 1:281–82.
Provenance:See Howells Letters in Description of Provenance.