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[[preprinted]] [[underlined]] March 8 [[/underlined]] [[/preprinted]] March 28. Last night was a week since our meeting in Fort Smith and incidentally the first time we have discussed it at all except in letters. Johann asked me if I could still love him had we not been interrupted. I said. Of course. but how could I be sure. I only feel I should--I don't know. Last night we sat on a rock near the railroad and talked for a very long time. The ground sloped up several feet in front us on the track was a row of boxcars. We [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] [[underlined]] March 9 [[/underlined]] [[/preprinted]] seemed so very isolated. until the cars were swiched and we were looking [[strikethrough]] ove [[/strikethrough]] at the lights of the numerous houses around us. It was wonderful being near him and so damnably contented. It was something I believed was never meant for me. I never desired it greatly - content - rather constant struggle but I know if I should lose Johann I would not have the heart to do anything. He seems the central force in