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[1904] Friday night - late. You call it "Chastisement!" Does it seem to you a queer effect that a great wave of peace flowed over me when I came in and read your note? Oh, mais je vivais dans ce moment- la. . . . You will see where I had gone to, when I tell you that it seemed a miracle that I could hurt you, by [[strikethrough]] letting me be [[/strikethrough]] allowing me to have been in the right, when I protested. . Heaven defend me from being exacting - for of all things I want you to rest in me - if you ever need rest. . and only to hurt you if hurting brings you back. Ainsi soit-il C.B.