Four and Twenty Days; Vicious Vengeance, Part 2.

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My dearest sister,I hope that this letter finds you recovered from the necessity of eating my last. I had hoped that with this missive I might bring you succour with which to sooth both the bilious and nervous complaints I had induced. But I am afraid that is not to be. For even as I write this I am in the company of the very people who hunt us and my survival and that of my dear husband rests solely upon my ability to deceive the Militia. 

Cecilia, Keeper Of The Mysterium, Part 1.

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My dearest Eliza,
I hope and trust that my letter finds you in exceedingly good health. I must beg your forgiveness for not beginning this letter by begging your forgiveness for such a want of communication of late. However such an apology would suggests that the lack of messages was on account of some lackadaisical fault of my own and this is far from the case. Fortunately I believe that what I am about to relate shall dissuade you of such a notion.

Four And Twenty Weeks, Part The End.

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Dear Mr Cowley,

I hope that this missive finds you in better spirits than my last. I am aware that since the arrival of that unhappy note your poor wife Catherine, has been, as I myself have, in a state of untold anguish, scarcely recovering from one fit of nervous hysteria afore she descends into another. Such frequent faints must be proving quite a trial for all concerned. Poor Catherine has ever been at the mercy of her nerves. Though, confess, being so very entirely sans Maria has left me hankering after the happy oblivion that only feminine frailty will provide.  

However Charles, I do not write today to convey sentiments of sympathy but something rather more extraordinary. Indeed what has passed has left me in a state of some considerable perplexed confusion, it is so peculiar a peculiarity that I know not quite how to elucidate upon the matter, for it is so very illogical as to render it quite celestial. Thus I have enclosed this letter in the hope that all the particulars shall be made quite plain to you and poor Catherine,

Yours in stupefaction,

Lord Henry Woodville.