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3 and had a grand telling time in general. I have no end of fine things for you in the way of new beauty The only fevers
have had so far are burning enthusiasm but there's no space for them in letters Here however is something that I must tell
right now. Away up in that wild Manaus region, in the very heart of the vast Amazon basin I found a little case of books in
a lonely house. Glancing over the titles none attracted me except a soiled volume at the end of one of the shelves, the blurred
title of which I was unable to read, so I opened the glass door, opened the books out of it like magic jumped Katharine Marian
Hooker, apparently in the very flesh. The book needless to say was Wayfarers in Italy This joy-shock I must not try to tell
in detail for medical Marian might call the whole story an equatorial fever dream.