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207 [[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 [[end page]] [[start page]] 208 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.