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SHE wrote that night as she had promised-a long letter in which she poured out all her love and repeated the promises she had given.
She left a little earlier for work to have time to mail the letter from the Thirty-fourth Street post office. The clerk at the window assured her that it would reach its destination that afternoon. That was Wednesday.