There is nothing quotidian about your last letter, for it is quite the reversal for a lady to send gift to a gentleman. Has our metaphor run its course, and are you now laying siege to my cities? I thought myself able to rise to the challenge of pursuing you but have little experience in being pursued — and then to send whispers at night about your wardrobe! If I didn't know you to be a woman of great esteem and good repute, I might believe you were attempting to seduce me.

You have left me

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