L. A. S. "Victor H.", Sunday [circa 1845?], to a poet, half page in-8°.
"I had already read this charming book, but I will read it again. Already everyone is tearing it up at my place. Come and see my wife, dear poet. At the moment I'm digging, but as soon as I'm done, we'll resume our Sundays, and you know that Place Royale is your home..."...
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