Hartford, Oct. 26
My Dear Mrs. Bigelow:1
I ask a thousand pardons, but I spent a week in New York, & business drove the matter clear out of my otherwise empty head, where it was reposing solitary ‸companionless‸ in the midst of a vast & howling solitude.
Hoping you will generously forgive this unforgivable lapse, I sign myself,
Dear Madam,
Truly Yours,
Samℓ L. Clemens
Mark Twain
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L6, 574–575.