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am a bad sailor & the passage was dreadful -
I lost my Mother two years ago in October, & was so bereft & so tired of life that I thought I could not live - now I know I must & I am here to see quite a new world & renew old ties, & to work - I hope to see you soon, for there is a question of my going to Boston to do a pastel portrait of a child, & I look forward to talks with you with so much interest. I return to France in the spring, I hope, to my own place, for we bought a home near Bachivillers, before I lost my Mother - & then she died, & only there do I come to live - This is a curious experience to