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2109 PENNSYLVANIA AVENUE
Washington, D.C.

Sept. 25. 1895

Dear Mrs. Stanford,

My thoughts turn
so constantly toward
you that I must put
them into words. My
father and I felt
more than words can

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of them now, these two
old friends as we saw
them last, that evening
in K Street. We might
have known that they
were refining, then
for a better world - ah -
even the heavenly country.
They spoke of death
with perfect calmness,
confidence, and assurance
that for them it could
be but a [?].