1 Sunday night
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3 My dear Edward,
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5 I was glad to get your letter. You must get away to the sunshine if
6you can. We’ve had rain here for three or four days but the sun is
7sure to come out soon. Today has been a day of great anxiety to me. I
8have told someone to telegraph tomorrow if any of our people are
9killed. but I don’t think it will go so far.
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11 I am working pretty well here. I cannot do very much in the day but
12what I do is good. I have just finished off a dream tonight. Mr
13Gladstone’s daughter said she would like to see it: when she has
14done with it I’ll tell her to send it to you. I am writing a long
15dream on socialism which I am going to publish in the Fortnightly. I
16think it will be good, but writing it nearly kills one with excitement.
17 I am living quite alone here, never see or speak to anyone except
18about food at meal times. I shall stay here till summer then go to
19Venice for a few months & return here next winter. Give my love to
20George Adams. I hope your soul grows strong.
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22 If you should see Karl Pearson will you write and tell me. If you
23should see him anywhere without speaking to him. I have not heard from
24anyone who has seen him for a very long time. You would never mention
25^me to him if you met him? I am going to try & get my novel off my
26hands next year.^
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28^Rather a good published Fischer Unwin 26 Paternoster Square. If you
29can’t make arrangements with another you might go to him with the
30song book. Write to me soon if the spirit moves you. ^
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32 Goodbye my old Chips.
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