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My Dear Sir Christopher, |
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Sir Christopher, |
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Dear Kind Sir William, |
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Thou hast layed thy finger upon the crux that ever so doth bedevil young scholars – that being the labors of study and the pleasures of play. Yet, methinks, thy study be a labor of love save faire doth beckon ye with motley colored pavilions and gladsome song. |
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My Dearest Sir Christopher, |
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Sir William: |


Her Majesty has asked me to depart from her presence. Ever obedient, I will obey, though it break my heart to leave my friends.
Lady St . Loe09:00 PM PST