BR TO DORA RUSSELL, 10 APR. 1924
BRACERS 19945. ALS. McMaster
Proofread by K. Blackwell

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THE HANOVER INN
AT DARTMOUTH COLLEGE
Hanover, N.H.
April 10, 1924

My Darling Love1 —

Feakins, good man, brought me 3 letters from you yesterday just as I was leaving N.Y., the last March 31st. I am sorry you are feeling so depressed, my Treasure — the time will soon be over. Nearly a third of it is gone now. I saw both Chao and Demos at Boston and gave them your messages and Chao gave me yours to him. He and his wife are coming to England in June and I suppose we ought to have a visit from them; I said something about it. I dined with Frankfurter (the man we quoted about Mooney), a delightful man. He thinks American Influence in the world very sinister, and delights in all I say about it. I am very well, quite surprisingly so. I don’t get unduly tired. Feakins is sending you about £150 by Saturday’s mail — keep it all in your account, as we will ultimately invest the profits in your name. Princess Bibesco won’t have much time to seduce me as I arrive in the morning and leave the same evening. She pursues me with telegrams saying she wants to abuse America to me — the people who deliver them turn out to be Roumanians and view me with respect. Last night in Boston one of the hotel valets knocked on my door, and told me he had read all my books and was the cause of Mosher reprinting the Free M’s W. I think the tour is going well and Feakins is satisfied. — How nice it will be if Chelsea adopts Ryde — then we can wash our hands of practical politics.

I signed the No-War pledge that Miss Marshall wrote to you about, some years ago. My position is that, although some wars do good, most don’t, and one never can tell beforehand which is which, so that it is better to abstain altogether — the same argument applies to private murder. (v. Principia Ethica.) I wonder what people in England think of the Dawes Report — this country, as I expected, is hopelessly pro-French. Ugh! how I hate it.

My Darling I can’t tell you how horrid it is being away from you. I will never go away from you again for any length of time. I miss you every minute — particularly at the end of the imperfect day. I miss you more than John, tho’ I miss him terribly. My sweetest dearest Treasure, all my heart is yours. Don’t worry about me, I am very fit.

Your
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  address: Hon Mrs B Russell | 31 Sydney Street | London | England. Pmk: HANOVER N.H. APR 10 7³⁰ PM 1924.