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does daily worship, the other accepting and
reciprocating in a much more temperate degree.  There�s 
something in the knowledge that we possess unlimited sway 
over another which few have the generosity not to abuse.
  I�ve got and answered a letter from Dillon.  Cor-
dial, matrimonial, invitational.            Fay Robinson,
whom I knew by sight, and once boarded with (when
companioned by Brightly and Damoreau) is dead,
poisoned at a 14th St Boarding-house.  The cook
an �ugly-tempered� Irishwoman had quarreled with
her mistress, so she mixed arsenic in the coffee ser-
ved up for breakfast to all the inmates of the establish
ment. (Nice people, the Irish!)  Robinson was a bad
lot, generally; got kicked out of the U.S. service for
lying, his irreclaimable vice.  He possessed others
too, and his constitution was perfectly used up as
Dixon tells me.   Dixon knew him at Havana and
since.     The portrait of Robinson resembles him as he
may have appeared in his better days, of late he looked
everyway worse.   That  exquisitely pretty child which
I recollect so well as living with him and his wife
he claimed paternity too � said she was a bastard
of his � which I then credited, but Dixon considers
it a lie � declares the man couldn�t beget children.
Fay was known well enough in New York, and had
a questionable reputation � used to sponge, borrow money
and drink, had delirium tremens, I think once or twice.
  I�ve dropt into Howell�s of nights now and then,               
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