1 Whitby
2 Tuesday
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4 When you have read the enclosed, (any time when you’ve nothing else
5to do) please return it to me & tell me whether you think it worth
6publishing. It doesn’t say what I see, how the soul stood up &
7wrapped its cloak about it, & looked up.
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9 I have a curious idea that you would write a story so well. Won’t
10you try? It is only in work that has no connection with the self that
11we can find rest to our spirits. Life, personal life, is a great
12battlefield. Those who enter it must fight. Those who enter it & will
13not fight get riddled with bullets. The only thing for them is keep
14out of it, & have no personal life. This as much whether the object be
15love & sympathy as whether it be wealth & power. One will never find a
16man to love that some other woman does not desire. Write a little
17story. I should love it so tenderly is ^you did.
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19 Your friend
20 O.S.^
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22 ^The lights that it had unreadable^
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24 This ?nectie’ll grow to be old in time! If
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26 Had a lovely bath this morning, quite different from the others; great
27big breakers were coming in, & rolled you over.
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29 Somebody’s baby had no one to put them to sleep last night. It’ll
30never forget that it was put to sleep; no one ever tried to put it to
31sleep before,
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33 I’m going to write to your sister & ask her if she won’t come to
34see me some afternoon as soon as I get back to Town.
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36 [missing page/s] ^...other ways.^
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38 Good bye Ed Carpenter
39 Olive Schreiner
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41 ^...got 19 letters from Todmorden by this morning’s post! I love
42these rooms better than any I’ve been in in England. I should stay
43here till I left E if I wasn’t paying for my rooms in Town. It’s a
44quite perfect day.^
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