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Feb 7th 1892
Dear Julia
I waited before writing you to see
if you would come - I meant to go
by your card, but was not able -
the cold weather freezes me - I
made an attempt to go one day to certain
places, dressed, got as far as 4th Avenue -
and came home - Invitations are
showered on us this winter, and they
repose unheeded in their basket.
I have not been well, but not sick
enough to be confined to the house -
but it helps my disinclination to go out.
Besides mere society pleases me no
longer. I have sent off my poems -
in arranging them I found them more
respectable than I thought. Mr Dick