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in margin: 419 00868 October 9, 1879. O Friend Beloved, if ever the dear Lord leads you out from the depths of those
blue glacier caves, and will let me once more look upon your face, that I may know you are not become only a white wraith
of the northland there will be no happier woman than I in all the wide world. Then I can rejoice with you in all the marvelous
wonder and wildness with which your soul has been thrilled for the summer time of this new year. But now remembering you