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"I wish you joy. If you love Mr. Darcy half so well as I do my

dear Wickham, you must be very happy. It is a great comfort to

have you so rich; and when you have nothing else to do, I hope

you will think of us. I am sure Wickham would like a place at

court very much; and I do not think we shall have quite money

enough to live upon without some help. Any place would do of

about three or four hundred a year; but, however, do not speak to

Mr. Darcy about it, if you had rather not.

"Yours," etc.