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shining down upon her
and drove to the crematory
near Woking. Theodore,
Harry, Mrs. Savile & I
went by train. I am having
made a silver vase for
the ashes, and when I die
I want dear little Helen's
dust mingled with mine
& buried.

Your letter & Maggie's
have just been given
me by Harry. No, there
is no comfort except
in the sympathy & love
given by friends at
such a crisis. But I
am not broken down by
my loss. Life and death
are equal mysteries.