1My darling boy. You mustn’t talk about dying you don’t know what
2it is to me.
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4Your little comrad,
5other self. Olive
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7Harry isn’t it strange I would feel your death more than almost any
8thing – I would be lost! In all my thoughts you are vaguely there,
9like the sky is at the back of a landscape, always there.
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11I am feeling very seedy, deca but I’ll be better soon. Nothing goes
12on for ever. My darling boy, will you write me a long letter & tell me
13how you are feeling mentally & physically. Please let me feel close to
14you. I can’t come close, you must come to me. When I am feeling
15better I’d like to come & spend at least a week at Earlswood, if it
16suited me I might stay longer.
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18I want to put my arms round you. Good bye your own comrade. I
19haven’t worked for some days at all, are you working. I love you
20Havelock, I love you.
21Olive
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23^Wouldn’t it have been my terrible death for my poor little mother?^
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