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He says, it looks like a dream.
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Start again.
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It's cold out.
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How are you all?
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We're all quite well enough, but how is Mr. Keats?
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Mrs. Brawne, it is as unbearable to me
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As I know it is to you.
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Mr. Keats has died.
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I received an account from Severn,
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and I've copied it for you, Miss Brawne.
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Shall I just read it?
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Friday, the 23rd of February.