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[[underlined]] March 28th 1895 [[/underlined]]

Paris once more!

I have nothing to tell you just now, my mind is turned the wrong way. I wish I could write a story, I wish I could show you something that is in me but won't come out. Will try - something must be done -

They had not meet for one long year - no, no there is but one conclusion to that. I hate it. Why talk of parting and meeting. Well, here goes.

An Angel once who was tired of heaven came down on to Earth for a change of surroundings. She thought at first she had never known anything quite as delightful as the scene that presented
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itself to her gaze. The world was such a bright lovely place, not even the golden gates of Paradise could compare in beauty to what she saw on every side. But gradually she saw not only the bright side of Earth but the sad true side and from a smile her face turned to a sigh and from a sigh to a tear and then she wept and was unhappy for those who suffered.
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[[underlined]] April 6th 1895. [[/underlined]]

The day we sail! Ah here it is. Welcome old day, you certainly will not ^[[go]] without being remembered by someone.