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Thursday, June the Seventeenth
We landed on American soil and the tour began to re-group. J. W. Wells is arranging new transportation and we should be taking a train across America. Hammerhorn has scheduled a visit to an American Civil War battlefield where we can look for fine ghost specimens. Before that, however, we have been most graciously invited to a dance to relax after our harrowing experiences!
Percy Longville, it seems, has begun to catch a cold after all those incidents with water. I do feel for the poor man. He has spent much of the past few weeks going out of his way to help people. There was Cyprien, whom he found that job on the ship. He helped me with that witch business. Perhaps he is, by default, just a helpful sort of person. It does explain why he always manages to bumble about and get in my way. I remember the first time he tried to manhandle me on the streets of London. I suppose he meant to help then as well?
Friday, June the Eighteenth
Well, I was quite excited for the ball. After all this crashing and sinking across the globe, I was excited to return to a social event that required some semblance of poise and dignity.