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4/P
that concave nose I love so much never could be made
to look Jewish.
I'm afraid you're a poor punter. But Cup day is a
challenge I think. Divvy ran a sweep but I had no
interest when I realised I'd not hear the Race run.
I can never see how a girl can speak so musically
and yet feel so unsure of her ability to sing. Perhaps we're too
familiar with ourselves to appreciate the sounds we make.
I know I'd be in raptures could I hear you now. The song,
or rather the words you wrote appeal to me strongly. They speak
my feelings. 'The way of your heart' is ever so charming.
You're wonderful.
You should have your jumper finished for my Autumn
leave. I'm sure I'll love it. With your taste for costume
I'll never tire of admiring your lovliness and the way
you accentuate it.
My memory is appalling. I confess I don't know the Joan
you mean, I need to be told. I can imagine the scene
in Morton's office. Apoplectic wasn't he?
You speak of rainy days and eiderdowns. Do you want
me to run amuk, my darling? Thoughts like these
affect my emotional balance in the same way as a
strong ray of light does to eyes accustomed to the dark.
But how I'd love to be blinded.
So Kwasimera startled both you & Jan. He's no Don
Juan but his physique makes up for his face.
Nevertheless I treasure the painting. His looks belie
his superb nature. Natives can be more gentle and
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