A letter to Mr.Lodge from Thomas Brown.

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Thomas Brown

12 Boatyard Road

The Lighthouse

Port Breedy

Dear Thomas,

It has been six long years since we last had any contact with each other back in Port Breedy. I regret to inform you, that I am contacting you in the most sombre circumstances. You are my oldest and most trusted friend and I only hope you will have a sympathetic ear, in my hour of need.

I feel like I have so much to tell, I only wish it were a happy tale to tell. My story begins with a marriage to the most beautiful, kind woman you could ever have the good fortune to meet, her name was Gertrude. We married and moved to my farm in Holmestoke, were we both thought it was the beginning of a perfect life together. How wrong we were, our problems started just a few weeks after we arrived.

Gertrude awoke one evening with a few marks of unhealthy appearance on her left arm. This affliction gradually took hold of her arm making it look extremely unpleasant to the eye, because of this I found Gertrude less attractive and we began to drift