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13. 1894 My dearest friend My dearest love and tenderest thoughts shall be with you on Sunday morning. How I wish that I reach my seventeenth year - I might hope to be half so precious to any dweller on this earth - as you are my darling - not only to me, but to so many thoughtful sweet and kind through a whole Life No wonder you are lovely now. And shine a soft radiance around you - which This little pocket I have made for you dear is a very humble offering, but none other will come to you with tenderer affection.