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- <div id="test">To Mrs. Aville, England St. Petersburgh, Dec. 11th, 17- You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings. I arrived here yesterday; and my first task is to assure my dear sister of my welfare, and increasing confidence in the success of my undertaking. I am already far north of London; and as I walk in the streets of Petersburgh. I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves, and fills me with delight.</div>
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