BRACERS Record Detail for 17186
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"My Dearest Dearest Your dear letter of yesterday has just come by second post—there is nothing to get me up on Monday mornings, as no letter comes from you till 11."
BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, 12 JUNE 1911
BRACERS 17186. ALS. Morrell papers #110, Texas
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Trinity College,
Cambridge.1, 2
June 12. ‘11
My Dearest Dearest
Your dear letter of yesterday has just come by second post — there is nothing to get me up on Monday mornings, as no letter comes from you till 11. I might have sent yesterday’s letter to Peppard as you go up so late. No, I have not talked to any charming muslined young ladies. Miss Harrison is the only lady here that I have talked to at all. They will have a job finding that Cambridge lady I am supposed to be devoted to. Miss H. was very friendly and obviously quite reassured. She did not ask anything. It rather amuses me that she should expect me to make a Roman holiday by being ascetic for her pleasure. She has never aimed herself at giving people that particular pleasure. It was rather hateful talking to her, because I had to give a false impression favourable to myself.
Your flowers are still just as lovely as they were. I arranged them very cunningly as to colours. Every one remarks on their beauty —
Darling it must be settled what you would like for your birthday. I should like to give you something like a ring (an engagement ring!) or something that would equally belong to you — only I should not dare to choose such a thing by myself because I have no taste or knowledge in such matters. You will have to help me tomorrow.
My Dearest heart, your jealous shade would not find much material — it would find your image burning wherever it appeared. You are never out of my thoughts for two minutes together, whatever I am doing. I am always longing for you, and merely filling up the time till I see you again. Nothing else seems of any importance — except that I must be a better person because of our love, and must do what comes in my way to do.
Darling, I am longing for tomorrow. I will arrive at 10.30. It is dreadful being away from you, my Life and my Joy. I keep you always in my heart, but I long for your arms and your kiss — Goodbye my Beloved, my Ottoline.
Yours utterly
B.
