June 30th, 1888
Edric,
Oh Love, that is not what I meant. Not at all. I have no intentions of running off from you, ever. You're stuck with me now.
I'd be a fool to think my parents are completely unaware of at least my leaving the house, though I hope that's all. Mum's certainly not pleased. Her friends have all kinds of things to say about it. I've heard them when they come for tea. It's quite amusing. They think I'm having some belated rebellious stage thanks to August's disappearance or something equally unlikely.
I'm on my best behavior from here on out, I promise.
Love,
Febs
Febs
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