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As for the messenger you despatched to tell me of
the death of my little daughter, it seems he missed his
way as he was going to Athens. But when I came to
Tanagra, I heard of it by my niece. I suppose by this
time the funeral is over. I wish that whatever has been
done may create you no dissatisfaction, as well now as
hereafter. But if you have designedly let any thing alone,
depending upon my judgment, thinking better to determine the point if I were with you, I pray let it be without
ceremony and timorous superstition, which I know are far
from you.
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