[1] [p. 368]
"Mrs. Wallace.1 — Madam, if your infernal thief of a husband is brought home some day on a hurdle, with every [2] [p. 369] bone in his head smashed to pulp, you will know the reason. Do you tell him from me he is a lying infernal thief, and as sure as his name is Wallace he never dies in his bed.
"You must be a miserable wretch to be obliged to live with a convicted felon. Do not think or let him think I have done with him.
"John Hampden"2
Status: Draft transcription [Published letter (WCP5560.6319)]
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[1] [p. 368]
Mrs. Wallace,
"Madam—-If your infernal thief of a husband is brought home some day on a hurdle, with every [2] [p. 369] bone in his head smashed to pulp, you will know the reason. Do you tell him from me he is a lying infernal thief, as I am sure his name is Wallace he never dies in his bed.
"You must be a miserable wretch to be oblidged[sic] to live with a convicted felon. Do not think or let him think I have done with him.
"John Hampden"
Status: Draft transcription [Published letter (WCP5560.6944)]
For more information about the transcriptions and metadata, see https://wallaceletters.myspecies.info/content/epsilon
Please cite as “WCP5560,” in Beccaloni, G. W. (ed.), Ɛpsilon: The Alfred Russel Wallace Collection accessed on 25 April 2024, https://epsilon.ac.uk/view/wallace/letters/WCP5560