Oh, Beloved, I am most poor and most rich when I think of your love.
Good-night; I can never let thought of you go!
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Beloved: These are almost all of them, but not quite; a few here and there
have cried to be taken out, saying they were still too shy to be looked
at. I can't argue with them: they know their own minds best; and you know
mine.
See what a dignified historic name I have given this letter-box, or
chatterbox, or whatever you like to call it. But "Resurrection Pie" is
my name for it. Don't eat too much of it, prays your loving.