1Alassio
2Italy April 30 / 87
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4I am just finishing my packing, I feel so sad tonight. All my heart
5turns with love to you all the time whatever I am doing. I try not to
6feel loving to you or to any one but I can’t help it. It is a wild
7dark night heavy clouds, for the Riviera I want to know just how you
8are, & I can’t. I’ve been so untender to you my darling, my true
9one but you know I couldn’t help - my head aches so when any one
10mentions Mr. Pearson that I don’t know what I’m doing.
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12I love you so my helper, who has helped me so. I couldn’t live
13without you. You could do much better without me. I am going to Genoa
14tomorrow. I leave this by the ^11^ train. I am so glad to leave Alassio.
15I couldn’t have stayed here even a day or two longer.
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17I wonder how you feel now you have got back. I have made your coming
18home so sad. You have meant to be so tender to me in everything, sweet,
19 I quite understand, & I see I’ve been wrong to mind. I quite know
20how tender you feel to me. It’s that one humanbeing can’t show the
21inside of their heart to each other. ?ev I would like to stroke your
22tired, tired head so. I never felt so loving to you as tonight I think.
23 All my heart is drawing towards you.
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25I don’t know why the Fortnightly is so determined to have an
26allegory. When I get to Amsteg, I’ll be able to work & write a
27lovely one on “Woman”, & send them. I dread the long journey
28rather. But it won’t be so had when once I’ve started. It's been
29so expensive here. Amsteg will be cheaper. I have to stop some hours
30in Millan on Monday again. Oh sweet, my boy my comfort, if I could
31comfort you. I have such
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33^heart ache for you^
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35Your
36Olive
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38^Never mind sending me the letter I asked for; it doesn’t matter
39it’s all right^
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41Your
42Olive
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44Your horrid hateful Olive
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