Monday, September 21, 2009

29 March

Excessively long letter from Ernest today. He has written to tell me what form his pining for me took during every moment that we were apart. What a dear, sweet boy he is! How wonderfully thoughtful and kind! I will never hurt the poor dear boy again. How he has suffered for his silly little Cecily!

Weather no longer so charming.

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