1 My own old Ettie
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3 You are always in my thoughts. I was so glad to get Etta Leuw’s
4reply address to my wire. I feel so anxious lest the long watching &
5terrible anxiety of that time might have prostrated you. One can’t
6bear as one gets older the agony or physical strain one could easily
7stand when young: the body gives in!
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9 I do long so to see you my dear one, if I could only see you for ten
10minutes.
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12 Cron’s mother has been staying with us a fortnight, & I have
13unreadable no servant, but the Hottentot boy who looks after the horse
14who helps me wash the pots &c.
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16 Good bye my own darling.
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18 Your old
19 Olive
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21 Dear old Stakesby, it was always such pain to me that somany people
22fancied he was giving way to his illness, & I could always see that he
23was trying to bear up in a condition when most people would just have
24given in. I think I never saw a man bear up more nobly under what one
25might call a slow death! Isn’t it strange how some people can’t
26see what a human creature is going through unless they lie down &
27unreadable can’t eat. When people once get to that stage then the
28worst is over for them, & I almost comparatively, cease to be sorry
29for them.
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31 Good bye my own darling
32 Your old sissie
33 Olive
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