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In Which All the Principal Personages Think Fit to Leave Brighton

           WhyamIalwaystobeworried?Goandcryupinyourownroom,andsendFirkintome—no,stop,sitdownandblowyournose,andleaveoffcrying,andwritealettertoCaptainCrawley."PoorBriggswentandplacedherselfobedientlyatthewriting-book.Itsleaveswereblottedalloverwithrelicsofthefirm,strong,rapidhandwritingofthespinster’slateamanuensis,Mrs.ButeCrawley.

           "Begin‘Mydearsir,’or‘Dearsir,’thatwillbebetter,andsayyouaredesiredbyMissCrawley—no,byMissCrawley’smedicalman,byMr.Creamer,tostatethatmyhealthissuchthatallstrongemotionswouldbedangerousinmypresentdelicatecondition—andthatImustdeclineanyfamilydiscussionsorinterviewswhatever.AndthankhimforcomingtoBrighton,andsoforth,andbeghimnottostayanylongeronmyaccount.And,MissBriggs,youmayaddthatIwishhimabonvoyage,andthatifhewilltakethetroubletocalluponmylawyer’sinGray’sInnSquare,hewillfindthereacommunicationforhim.Yes,thatwilldo;andthatwillmakehimleaveBrighton."ThebenevolentBriggspennedthissentencewiththeutmostsatisfaction.

           "ToseizeuponmetheverydayafterMrs.Butewasgone,"theoldladyprattledon;"itwastooindecent.Briggs,mydear,writetoMrs.Crawley,andsaySHEneedn’tcomeback.No—sheneedn’t—andsheshan’t—andIwon’tbeaslaveinmyownhouse—andIwon’tbestarvedandchokedwithpoison.

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