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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

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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