My dear Miss Thackeray Did you have a silver gilt button for fastening a glove the day you were here? We found one the next morning but as we had some visitors after you. We waited to ask them, and one of them was gone away, and could not be applied to.

I conclude you are still in your old home, and shall therefore address to you there.

Yours sincerely C M Yonge

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My dear Miss Christie

I had just been thinking of you, being reminded of your work by the review of Mrs. Ritchie's book, one which carries one along with it entirely, though I am not sure that her power is not greater in sketches of character in real life than in the construction of stories. Indeed she is too true to nature to satisfy one always with poetical justice, which, after all, one does ... continue reading