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Turin, Oct. 4, 1869,

My Dear Anna

I have been watching the mail ever since my return for a letter from home, but in vain. Perhaps I do not deserve one but I have written home once since then. I guess you think I ought to be punished for not getting those peaches in Utica. I think under the circumstances I am excusable. They were very scarce and high and I expected then to order a crate for you the same time as we ordered some for the store, but I am glad I did not if you should have such luck as we did. Enough on the peach question.