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that I found my eyes blinded with tears &
the last paragraph of all - only a Poet could have
written them. And again '...for he gathers all
things, however lowly & crooked & broken, within the
love of God'. It is worthy to be translated into
the highest & holiest music.

Violet has enriched my life more than
perhaps I realize, but one of her best gifts
to me was when she put this most perfect
Life into my hands.

I am not supposed to write letters, having been
'ordered' a complete rest. But I had to say
Thank-you. I leave this corner of Paradise on
Saturday & go to my Ruth for a week,
until Ralph returns from his Cruise.
Is our dear Billy well & strong again.

Your most grateful

M. Catharine Inge

[ST: wife of Dean of St. Pauls Dean Inge]