DEAR GOODTHINKER,
It is nearly dusk, and I have just awakened, having slept away nearly the last twenty-four hours. Though Ed has said nothing, I suspect he put a sleeping-powder in my tea, having gleaned my intentions. He is a good and faithful friend, intending only the best, and I shall say nothing.269Please respect copyright.PENANAEawdhZ8qMy
Yet, my mind is set. Tomorrow is the day I am calm, resolved, but also seem to feel the subtle onset of the fever again. If it is so, it must be tomorrow. Maybe tonight would be better still; yet not even the fires of Hell itself could induce me to set foot in that village in the dead of night.
Should I write no more, may God bless and keep you, Goodthinker.
CHARLES
Postscription---The dogs have set up their howling, and the horrible shuffling sounds have begun anew. Ed does not think I hear, but I do.269Please respect copyright.PENANAImWvZeEYPf
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