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a letter from you, for I lead a depressing
life just now, & so do Nan & Walter & the
rest. It was an eerie business sleeping
in Woodlands last night. It was a howling
night of wind, & when we got up to
the house it sounded as if it was
full of people. Doors were banging
inside & blinds rattling. I went over it
all with a candle to see if anybody had
got in; then I was up at 6 this morning
& had an icy bath in pitch darkness.
Walter & I played a round of golf this