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the winter. What I will do
in the spring, I cannot tell.
I have no heart to do anything,
but sit and greave for your
mother. I do not take any interest
in anything. All happiness is gone.
I received some, [?], [letters?] from
Archie and I, [?,) [?], brother,
a very nice, honest and upright
young man, one you may be proud
of. He has been very kind to me
which I shall always remember
with pleasant thoughts of him.
But, [&?[, how different with Malle.
If she had been like one of you,
she might have had a nice home
with very little to do as long as
I lived if she had wanted to.
Stay well, for all I am sorry
for her. She is her own worst enemy
and I hope she will live to see
it, sometime. Well, I think you
will be tired, [?], the time