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[[preprinted]]Friday, January 10,  1908 [[preprinted]]

Called on Bond this morning, and did my duty registering.  B very kindly invited me to join h[strikethrough]] and his'n at tiffen, but I was unable to. it seems that mem-sahib had washed her hair, but she didn't mind us, being an American and not fussy, as Bond put it, but she was afraid to appear before the calmly cynical Britisher Smith, so the bout was [[strikethrough]] called off. These little domestic tragedies are funny. I'd be disillustioned, I know, if I ever saw [[underlined]] my [[underlined]] girl with her hair down, so perhaps it was just as well the shock was spared me.

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[[preprinted]]Saturday, January 11, 1908 [[preprinted]]

Did nothing really strenuous today except to drop a couple of cards on a regimental nabob, and climb back into the gharri. Times are rushing nowadays. After that I was busy licking Stritt two sets, and then I really felt as thought I'd earned by salary for the day. 

How I should love to get downtown at eight, ^[[and]] hustle until half past five! [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] It would be a luxury compared to the worries and exertions of this job. 

Transcription Notes:
Gharri, or Gharry, is a cab.

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