Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson — Volume 1  by Robert Louis Stevenson
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			my name.  Salute Priscilla, salute Barnabas, salute Ebenezer - O  
			no, he's too much, I withdraw Ebenezer; enough of early Christians. - Ever your faithful ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON. Letter: TO MRS. SITWELL [EDINBURGH, JUNE 1875.] SIMPLY a scratch. All right, jolly, well, and through with the difficulty. My father pleased about the Burns. Never travel in the same carriage with three able-bodied seamen and a fruiterer from Kent; the A.-B.'s speak all night as though they were hailing vessels at sea; and the fruiterer as if he were crying fruit in a noisy market-place - such, at least, is my FUNESTE experience. I wonder if a fruiterer from some place else - say Worcestershire - would offer the same phenomena? insoluble doubt. R. L. S. Later. - Forgive me, couldn't get it off. Awfully nice man here to-night. Public servant - New Zealand. Telling us all about the South Sea Islands till I was sick with desire to go there: beautiful places, green for ever; perfect climate; perfect shapes of men and women, with red flowers in their hair; and nothing to do  | 
		
			
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