| August 30th, from the diary of Rabastan Lestrange (in French) |
[Apr. 21st, 2004|09:57 pm] |
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I had a letter from Dorian Wilkes yesterday. He is a charming little boy when he's not being stupid. The letter was just a hello, but he wrote it in French; I can tell by the errors, which a translation charm would never make. A lovely touch.
My brother and I shall be in Marseilles a few days more as the Egyptians cannot seem to make up their minds, and though I offered to take over the negotiations by myself for long enough that Ralph could go to see his betrothed, he thought it better to stay here.
I cannot imagine why he wouldn't trust me with the negotiations.
Ah, but luncheon is arriving. I shall be glad to return to England. |
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