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him trying to bring about a reconciliation,
but most of the letters he returned
unopened to either my mother or me.

After we had been separated for
about a year and a half, I went to
my husband's office, which was
the early part of December 1924, to
try and talk with him. Again he
refused.

As someone has said, who probably
knows the situation better than even
I, that it is impossible to get along
with the combination of my husband
and his mother, for he has sacrificed
his life for her until it is no longer
a virtue but positively painful.