That were my ſtate farre worſer then it is, I would not wed her for a mine of Gold

Unable to contain his excitement, Foyʼs voice rose two octaves and took on a Hitlerian fervor.

Dearest Marion — I wrote you two letters yesterday and if I consulted your pleasure would not trouble you by reading a dull and newless letter today, but I cannot forego my daily food of Correspondence of Thomas Cobb.

That's a rather random fact!