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smile as we remember and know that no onecan have a sense of light without the shadows. Suppose you hadn'twaited? But you did wait--you did--to let me love you.

  SEA-ACRES, MONDAY, June 24th.

  YOUR REVERENCE.

  I can't say but three words. Don Emory is waiting to post this intown. I do just want to tell you that if you write any more letterslike that I am _not_ going to break the engagement. You'll get therest of this to-morrow. I thought I'd warn you. I am, for sure, yours,

  AUGUST FIRST.

 


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