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37, TEDWORTH SQUARE,
CHELSEA, S.W.3.

Feb. 1st 1935.

Dear Mr Buchan,

I have no doubt you are tired
of people writing to thank you for your
Oliver Cromwell, but please bear with one more
such reader - one who has been deeply moved
by your clear & sympathetic understanding
of the reality of his spiritual life, hidden
under the strange Old Testament language,
& the theological atmosphere of the time.
I feel you have brought him much nearer
to us than Carlyle ever did.

May I in return for the pleasure you
have given me tell you of a little incident
which happened to me some thirty years
ago when my husband (who was Presbyterian
chaplain at Oxford) & I were visiting the
Waldentian Valleys in the spring. We were
visiting a hamlet at the extreme end of
one of the Valleys, which seemed to cower