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"Tuesday night My Darling Love—There is no letter from you tonight, but I shall hope for one in the morning."
BR TO OTTOLINE MORRELL, [5 DEC. 1911]
BRACERS 17366. ALS. Morrell papers #279, Texas
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My Darling Love
There is no letter from you tonight, but I shall hope for one in the morning. By this time it is to be hoped you are asleep — you must be awfully tired.
I am sending back Ronald Ross. It is amazingly intimate to me — some of it absolutely what I should like to have written. It stirred me greatly in reading, tho’ it is not good as literature. He seems to have nourished himself a good deal on Matthew Arnold. I am very glad to know it.
The Whiteheads can’t have me Friday but I am to lunch with them Sunday. Mrs W. is lunching with Alys Friday and taking Jessie to a Ball in the evening. — I had a long walk, over 8 miles, with Geach, and went to tea with him — the inevitable Waterlow was there. North and I dined at the Mirrlees’, very agreeable. Fredigood Maitland (whom I didn’t talk to), Miss Eckhard (who is flat), Spring Rice and an unknown young man — and some other people I didn’t know. Hope M. was very clever, as she always is. I have had various letters3 to write and now I ought to go to bed. I was sleepy earlier but now I am not. Darling, I wish I could believe I could help you with your speeches — I should love it. But I can’t think anything I should say would suit you. If you want any more notes on points, I should love to make them. We can’t have home and children and daily life in common, and we must share everything in work that can be shared. If you had asked me sooner I could perhaps have been more useful. You do know, don’t you, that hardly anything would be a greater joy to me than to be useful to you in any way that is possible — O my heart, I do love you so much, so much — I long for you to be happy and well and giving out what is within you, and what so few really get at. Dearest, Dearest, Dearest, all my heart and mind and soul are yours.
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