Mid-July (?) 1897
JMJT
My dear little sister,
I don't want you to be sad. You know what perfection I dream for your soul,
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I pity your weakness (...) with you it's right away that you have to say what you think -
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infirmary should make you understand that it would be more difficult for you to obtain permission to come after matins
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the demon walks away
Now it does to me
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understood your fight and would have comforted you gently, if you had not already said it but that you
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Farewell, poor little p. that I must quickly take to heaven! I want to have it all
