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Francesca, my darling,
As I caught a glimpse of you disappearing down the passage before the train doors closed I felt in my heart, There goes my darling; there goes my Life, my All. I love you my dear one.
And that is really all I want to say. Except that I enjoyed this evening so much and feel so refreshed by it that I can hardly reconcile
myself to the idea that I really must go to sleep if I am going to do any work at all …