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MY DEAR ROBERT BLACK: --
Where do you suppose your letter reached me, telling me of your rapidly maturing plans to go to France? At a place not fifty miles away from you, where I have taken a small seaside cottage for the summer! Yes, I did it deliberately, hoping it might mean that I should see you often -- for I have missed you more than I quite venture to tell you. And now -- I am not to see you after all, for you are to be off at almost any time. My disappointment is as great as my pride in you -- and my joy that you are responding to this greatest need of our time. I know you will fully understand this seeming paradox.