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(2-1-1871)
O, my precious-- never so dear, it does seem
some nights before I go to sleep, as though we
could not bear to be so far apart-- one day
longer-- Indeed, we could not if "it was not best.
Mary sends love and says "were having a glorious
time here, the music that now greets our ears is
like that of the "German warrior's welcome home." O my
if we ever have any fairies let's not whip them all the
time. Thou dear, I must stop, for this noise is a little

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more than I can
bear. Thine, Anna.