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Paris, Feb. 20th 1910.

My dear Grace,

It makes me happy and ambitious again to know thru your letters that you are feeling like yourself again.

I want you to know that I strongly reflect your feelings, when you are happy I feel like myself but when your heart is sad I am like a troubled sea. I hope that you will continue to feel happy and that all will be well with you.

As yet I have not received a letter for you from your brother. He probably is deeply troubled and cannot bring himself to write. It is a struggle for him between his reasons and feelings for [[strikethrough]] those [[/strikethrough]] him whom he loves, who unjustly holds him to a code of ethics, which if he rejects, will be at the sacrifice of those whom he loves.

How selfish and unjust is this religion to which he and you are held; and yet