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[???] during the past month, I find it amounts to more
than the work of any other month at home, and is fully
up to the New York average - So much for working with
my darling - a good omen, is [???] it? I want to get in
shape a [fine?] idea I have in my head, and then I dont
care to bother with any more paging work for a month,
but will practice on [???] of a better [???] than these
comin affairs if I own only get to illustrat [???] for the
papers it will give us the start we want. - Can thee think
of some ideas about March winds? [Bland?] - up, down, out, any
kind of blows, with funny a double meanings. No matter about
rhymes, as they don't pay, and it is [???] last to make
them. Then comes April fooling - and then May [moving?].
I am glad Mary is easily enough [???] it like that [???]
turn. I will try to make something of the [???], better
worth having. Such lovely mornings so we have had for
walking since thy [flitting?]. I wonder if we'll get any more
such, with far grand, after thee comes back. If we do,
and father is as well, "what larks!" When does thee think
thee will come? O, I never did want to see thee as much
as now, and I, my precious [???], I never, never did love
thee so much as I do this minute. Thursday, Dear love,
I wonder if thy days go as slowly by as mine, if thee is as glad
as I when bedtime comes, and as sorry to wake in the morning
and begin another lovely day. Each day I miss thy dear
presence more than yesterday, and wonder, how long can I
endure to live without thee. - Yes, dear, it does "sometimes
seem almost too good to be true" that there is mine and
I am thine, "but it is true." That in shall be "[anite?] before
[???]" seems so much too good to be true, that a sickening,
deadly from that it will never be, [???] comes upon me,
not a fear that anything can ever always [sheperds?] us, but that
I love, and death may prevent our marriage here. God
grant us a few years at least of such happiness as our
married life must be a God [???], then and keep thee safe,
my darling, my dear, precious love..Perhaps it is this fear