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My darling,
… I have been re-reading your last letter so as to feel I have something of you which I can actually touch. I am sorry my last letter was so poor – I am not really depressed for long because I usually go over to plans about what can be done about it – whatever ‘it’ for the time being might be …
We had a ten-minute service: half a dozen people filed in including two women. ‘Love divine all loves excelling’, and then a reading and a prayer ‘for the sick and all who minister to them’, and ‘Abide with me’. Then they filed out. I felt so sorry for them. They were brisk and cheerful and – what else could they possibly do? Yet I felt there must be something more or the whole thing is entirely pointless.
I thought how wonderful you looked this afternoon and it makes me feel so proud of you – and myself, though of course I know there is no excuse for that except the best excuse of all – which is you.
February 9th. I had a very good night after I had persuaded them to get rid of two of my three blankets. This morning I have done a bit more writing and checked the reading with it – a quite considerable amount of work though it does not look it on the paper. But I think it is clearly expressed and that is a big problem with this stuff …