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    <title>GreacenStanford148</title>
    <Collections>Letters to Stanford</Collections>
    <Contributor>Greacen Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1974 Jul 31st</Coverage>
    <Creator>LHL</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>GreacenStanford148</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Letter</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Parnell, Byron</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>LHL</Publisher>
    <Relation>LHL</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
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    <Transcript>﻿Waldshut. She’s a little frightened of what
Daddy will say... that gentleman has still to
hear of one R.G. And R.G.’s retort to awkward
Germans is simply: “Ulster will fight and Ulster
will he right!”

I love that Parnell quotation and can but
reply

The Colonel went out sailing
&quot;Colonel Martin&quot;

Love to you both - -
Robert

 Yes, till 12.30 at the V+A. Aug. 7th.
Going to the Byron Exibition there this afternoon.
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