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Monday 10 P.M. February 17th. 96.
My own Darling,
When I returned from Mt. Vernon this morn your dear face and Fridays + Thursdays greetings awaited me. They made me so ashamed of my neglect of you lately, but I think these miserable fits will not take hold of me often. However, I managed to make myself mail you at least one word every day, so
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that the record is not broken, and I have not missed reading our chapters over since starting. How I do hope you are enjoying the "Aftermath" I can picture your face as you come to each of my markings, they are for you only, darling - no one else would understand. What a delight that picture is to me, though it does not do you justice - The retouching is bad - making it not so true as the proof They have taken out all the lines and shadow from the right side
Still, Darling, it is a picture of my love, looking straight at me and I shall be able to kiss you goodnight now. You are looking at me now as tho you would say, "What's the use of writing, I can read your thoughts, my love."
Dearest, I had such a glorious time visiting the Hawkins family at Mt. Vernon. I went yesterday after dinner and came home this forenoon They are almost my ideal of a family The father and mother are just as brisk
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and gay as the young people, and are loving comrades with the young people who visit at the house; Such a house is beautiful where the old are in full sympathy and good comradeship with the young + vise versa
Well my dear love, I must bid you goodnight When Mallinson comes this week, I shall introduce you, so you need have no more misgivings -
Bless you, my darling. Goodnight
Your Grace Sunshine