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Dearest Italica,     I'm writing to you in such a fashion for the events of late have even myself questioning if I should go so far as my front stoop. I did hurriedly make my way to your door this morning merely because I dared not send for a messenger and have that poor boy's life be on the line. I know it's not normally ethical to leave such personal items, such as this letter, in the care of the lower help but you are not up this time of day and I trust that Gwen will deliver this to you. It seems to be always she who answers the door and so I trust that to be the case today. It's the other lady whom I believe is calle