[Original at Jack London Ranch]
July 30, 1910
My Own Woman:-
I wish you were here. I'll come down to you if you say. Ay and
I'll cut out the Jinks if you say so. Let me know.
I figured on writing a letter that would not lay me open to criminal
or civil libel nor to contempt of court. I think I succeeded, but there is
no telling. Samuels, a sheeny shoe peddler! Bah! My blood boils. I can
make him sick that he ever locked horns with me.
As long as you have me, and deem me worth while, you have no license
to be blue.
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