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Thinking of him as he had looked, sitting there in his worn clothes, a cloth cap crumpled in his hand, leaning a little forward, and staring at the wall with those eyes of his that looked like fire behind steel bars; remembering his words: "She's dead to me -- I'll never think of her again where I'm going! " I wrote this letter:
"Dear -- -- ,