Father,
Father,
It has been three wearisome weeks in this novel town, still no sign of it, still no sign of her. I surely fear the worse, yet somehow feel her near.
All my love,
e

Father,
It has been three wearisome weeks in this novel town, still no sign of it, still no sign of her. I surely fear the worse, yet somehow feel her near.
All my love,
e
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