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Correspondence from Leah Hirsig to Norman Mudd
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[23 October 1923]
Nothing much to say except the moon is full and that you will probably not hear from me for at least 3 or 4 days as Beast wants to take me out into the desert for that length of time. We shall have a camel! But would you send me some embroidery silk, and needles to go with it? I want to embroider a fan (a little straw thing) for 666. Next person who comes from England should be asked to being some cartridges—Smith and Wesson .44—as many as they can smuggle in. S & W's .44 are different from other brands of .44.
666 east bread, thick soup and drinks ordinary wine with greater relish than I ever saw him eat even the daintiest of the most expensive in the swellest hotel in Paris. He keeps me bust cutting bread a table, and what is more, he is not getting that nasty fatness which makes him look like Aimée Gouraud. You have no idea how wonderful our skin is getting—soft, clear and healthily coloured. The water is hard but good to drink. 666 drinks it like a camel. If he is not quite as well as he might be it is because I have managed to keep nagging at him and occasionally really alarming him about nothing at all. But it doesn't work any more—he refuses to be worried—not that I am any less persistent but that he is very much better as far as nerves are concerned.
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