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    <title>GreacenStanford243</title>
    <Collections>Letters to Stanford</Collections>
    <Contributor>Greacen Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1975 May 28th</Coverage>
    <Creator>LHL</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>GreacenStanford243</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Letter</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Francis Stuart</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Transcript>﻿to see A, on a bleak, dark, cold, wet day.
Frinton is just as you say. The Indian &quot;doctor&quot;
had gone off for a week to Texas to lecture.
He has a large well furnished home. xxx
with a fine garden. He believes in fasting and is agin
curry, flesh, alcohol, smoking, tea and coffee.
Must rush. Will look forward to hearing more next Wednesday.

Love to you both -
Robert

Going with Ealing class on Sat to Ayot St. Lawrence.
Delightful letter from Francis Stuart to whom I wrote
about his new novel! He asked me to look him up in Dublin.
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