|| Lord Byron & Augusta Leigh ||

My dearest Augusta…

I’m so hurried, so sleepy, but so anxious to send you even a few lines my dearest Augusta, that you will forgive me for troubling you so often; and I shall write again soon; but I have sent you so much lately, that you will have too many perhaps. A thousand loves to you from me - which is very generous for I only ask one in return.

Ever dearest thine,

B