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[[underlined]] November 23d 1895.  [[/underlined]]
I miss Mr Sands when he does'nt come to see me and yet if he comes too often I don't like it.  There is no telling what I want any more.  The other night when I again sat next Mr Stewart at the theatre, I liked him a great deal to much.  When he leaned over to speak to me and pressed his shoulder tight against mine, it almost undid me entirely - and yet - no it will never never be.  Never - I know it.  He will have me - yes
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but I him never.  Now that that is settled , you need worry no more.

Mr Sands came Tuesday & Monday sent the more enormous bunch of violets I have ever seen.  Really.  I had to carry them to the Opera therefore too many to wear.

[[underlined]] Nov. 26th. [[/underlined]]

What fun I have had!- - - - -
Emily has just been in to see me.  Very nice.

I think Mr Sands will come to day.  Harry said he was coming but I suspect he will forget.