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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Cordelia Sutherland
Bell [Bell Inn]
die
Angel brighter than the Sun!,
93.
(I'm smoking, for by grace of St Josephet, the R[igh]t Re[veren]d is here, incredibly ill-dressed. And I must breech it to him!)
1000 thanks for (1) (2) tears for (3) I will ask them to advertise (4) they haven't so far. Do get the Alk [alcohol] like a lamb (5) oke for the Lawn. 8 yds? = 16 coupons? Will give them and cash when you come* not Wednesday; any other day (6) 1500 thanks (7) 25000 thanks; I'll send.
Best love; will write properly when I have time.
93 93/93.
Love,
A.C.
* or send registered if you are likely to come late in week. Now, tailor!
This bleak space contains (1) oceans of love
(2) cuss-words for having Dr. Crow [W.B. Crow] spoilt my day, and prevent me from writing a decent chit.
A.C.
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