July 08th, 1888
Dear Mr. Gladstone,

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I suppose "well" is a word you could use. I've found employment under Mr. Malcolm MacFusty as a research assistant—you may know him as he's close to your age. I must regretfully admit that I'm far from the Hebrides right now, though; I took part in the expedition into Irvingly and am suffering from Malaria.
Despite my attempts to keep my spirits high, the fear of meeting an early demise has persisted. I suppose those feelings—those fears—compelled me to reach out to you. I do miss St. Mungo's. And you.
Yours,
Bella Scrimgeour
Bella Scrimgeour

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