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[[preprinted]] Tuesday, January 26, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Nothing to write of today. I set out in my store clothes and made a few calls, but that was all. I'm a hell of a social dog, but it must be did.

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[[preprinted]] Wednesday, January 27, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Just the same as yesterday we're not leading a very uproarious life here. In fact, I intend to go damned slow, and pile up some of that money I didn't save in Aden. Perhaps I've come to the wrong place, that's what they tell me, but I shall make a desprit effort to fool the talent for once.