262 The Book of Indoor and Outdoor Games
The following anagrammatic letter will interest those who enjoy a puzzle.
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Please advise me whether to employ a Pliny ate no tripe, or whether to come myself with what mad policy I can command.
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If you do not approve, send me word by great help.
I am much occupied at the Nay I repent it. The stains crash have excited a spirit of / love ruin among the men.
One of them has been shot. I was his go nurse and must attend his real fun to-morrow. During his last