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one of the candles went out—  I managed to work at the cours the next morning but went to bed in the afternoon, and shut my eyes for about four hours - and then the next afternoon I finished my compo—  
Just wait till I tell you about it—    We always have our correction on Friday, and Thursday [[strikethrough]] afternoon [[/strikethrough]] morning M. Julian came down - and made us a visit—  He came over to me and after a few words said - "Votre professeur est bien content de vous" (meaning Fleury)  Of course this pleased me but then he looked at my drawing and began to criticize it severely  told me I must "travailler travailler" - and "chercher" places that I had been struggling over for hours—  so that the next day I was scared to death 

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3 Rue Chambiges—
Sunday — March 27—

Oh Aunt Emily—  Did you want to make me homesick? The cake has come! Who thought of sending it? Uncle Will wrote the inside - It was flat but neither stale nor improfitable—  After howling for a few minutes last night, May and I gobbled up half of it, and I have just eaten the rest, all but one little mouthful which I have sacredly saved for her—  It seems sacred - I did'nt like to eat it because then it would be gone—  But how could I taste home without eating it—  And how it ever brought so much of home with it over all those waves - I cant see —  the kitchen - the closet under the stairs - The Sunday 

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I'm glad the Biddle hospital has dismissed its nurse —  He'll have time now to write to me again—  
Do you ever send any of my letters to Cousin Julia—  I began a letter to her but hav'nt been able to finish it—  
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