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65788407 - hoskinml

London
23 January 1950
My dearest Sylvia
This letter, written uncomfortably at a public Post office, cannot be long, not as long as I would wish, not as long as my next letter will be, but I must send you my love. Perhaps you are not happy yourself so allow me to send you - not the melancholy I feel this evening - but the love which is constant and which is not dim-inished by my mood. The happiness you have given me - and the happiness you will give me again: at the moment I am posed between two such enviable states, thinking of you sadly but confidently.

Instead of working much today, as perhaps I should have done, I went to Hampstead = the re-sult of my journey is with me now, gleaming on my hand, as I write to you. Although I did not make you entirely happy, perhaps, an this visit, my love for you is like the red stone in my ring, constant and firm.
I hope that your journey yesterday was

66024223 - NVarellas

23 January 1950
London
My dearest Sylvia,
This letter, written uncomfortably at a public Post office, cannot be long, not as long as I would wish, not as long as my next letter will be, but I must send you my love. Perhaps you are not happy yourself so allow me to send you - not the melancholy I feel this evening - but the love which is constant and which is not diminished by my mood. The happiness you have given me - and the happiness you will give me again: at the moment I am posed between two such enviable states, thinking of you sadly but confidently.
Instead of working much today, as perhaps I should have done, I went to Hampstead: the result of my journey is with my now, gleaming on my hand, as I write to you. Although I did not make you entirely happy, perhaps, on this visit, my love for you is like the red stone in my ring, constant and firm.
I hope that your journey yesterday was

66186250 - nhsia

London 23 January 1950

My dearest Sylvia,
This letter, written uncomfortably at a public Post
office, cannot be long, not as long as I would
wish, not as long as my next letter will be,
but I must send you my love. Perhaps you are
not happy yourself so allow me to send you -
not the melancholy I feel this evening - but
the love which is constant and which is not dim-
inished by my mood. The happiness you have
given me -- and the happiness you will give me
again: at the moment I am posed between two
such eviable states, thinking of you sadly but
confidently.
Instead of working much today, as perhaps I
should have done, I went to Hampstead: the re-
sult of my journey is with me now, gleaming
on my hand, as I write to you. Although I did not
make you entirely happy, perhaps, on this visit,
my love for you is like the red stone in my ring,
constant and firm.
I hope that your journey yesterday was

WINNER - 66232099 - ethomson

London 23 January 1950
My dearest Sylvia
This letter, written uncomfortably at a public Post
office, cannot be long, not as long as I would
wish, not as long as my next letter will be,
but I must send you my love. Perhaps you are
not happy yourself so allow me to send you -
not the melancholy I feel this evening - but
the love which is constant and which is not dim-
inished by my mood. The happiness you have
given me - and the happiness you will give me
again: at the moment I am posed between two
such enviable states, thinking of you sadly but
confidently.
Instead of working much today, as perhaps I
should have done, I went to Hampstead: the re-
sult of my journey is with me now, gleaming
on my hand, as I write to you. Although I did not
make you entirely happy, perhaps, on this visit,
my love for you is like the red stone in my ring,
constant and firm.
I hope that your journey yesterday was

66417492 - star-lightcox.net

London 23 January 1950

My dearest Sylvia

This letter, written uncomfortably at a public Post
Office, cannot be long, not as long as I would
wish, not as long as my next letter will be,
but I must send you my love. Perhaps you are
not happy yourself so allow me to send you -
not the melancholy I feel this evening - but
the love which is constant and which is not dim-
inished by my word. The happiness you have
given me - and the happiness you will give me again: at the moment I am posed between two
such ? states, thinking of you sadly but
confidently.

I instead of working much today, as perhaps I
should have done, I went to Wanstead: the re-
sult of my journey is with me now, gleaming
on my hand, as I write to you. Although I did not
make you entirely happy, perhaps, on this visit,
my love for you is like the red stone in my ring,
constant and firm.

I hope that your journey yesterday was

66477978 - nzanga

London 23 January 1950
My dearest Sylvia
This letter, written uncomfortably at a public Post office, cannot be long, not as long as I would wish, not as long as my next letter will be, but I must send you my love. Perhaps you are not happy yourself so allow me to send you - not the melancholy I feel this evening - but the love which is constant and which is not diminished by my mood. The happiness you have given me - and the happiness you will give me again: at the moment I am posed between two such enviable states, thinking of you sadly but confidently.
Instead of washing much today, as perhaps I should have done, I went to Hampstead: the result of my journey is with me now, gleaming on my hand, as I write to you. Although I did not make you entirely happy, perhaps, on this visit, my love for you is like the red stone in my ring, constant and firm.
I hope that your journey yesterday was

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