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Woodstock, June 16th 1910

O, my dear boy we must have an end of this. 
 
You have succeeded in making me feel as if there is a cold iron run through me, but not in frightening me. I know you have spoken in the way you wrote, [[strikethrough]] before, [[strikethrough]] when you were angry & blue, but I never expected to receive such a letter from you. I hope you have the note I sent directly in reply.
 
I had sat up nearly half the night before writing to you, the let- [[letter]]

[[margin]] Let us live in action & forget our feelings some what. Life is fine & to one of Puritan blood, it is all a battle with ones self. [[/margin]]