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Conger Reynolds correspondence, March 1-17, 1918

1918-03-01 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 2

But it was very cheerful, and I had it all to myself. Now it has died down to a bed of coals, and I have lit the lamp to write. 
We got back at 5:30. Snow had been falling all day. I slopped over the road to my billet caring little for the slush in view of the fact that every step was bringing me nearer to the only home I have over here. Madame welcomed me cordially, and immediately furnished one luxury I haven't seen much of recently - hot water. That made possible a lovely clean-up. Then I slushed down town to the best restaurant and had a good dinner. After, there was only one things I wanted to do - just what I've been doing the last hour and am doing now. Another nice feature about tonight is that your picture is back on the mantel piece. It was with me at ----, but all the time it stayed in my bag. Somehow I couldn't hang it in the setting there. I couldn't be that unkind even to your picture. How very beautiful it is! How white and soft the face and shoulders! How wonderful those dreaming eyes! How it brings back a flood of memories of the beauty and tenderness and love that you showed me during our halcyon honeymoon. Can you realize how dear to me are those recollections, how sweet the thoughts they kindle? In imagination I fondle you all wonderingly, forget all else in the glory of your kiss. I love you, my very own, I love you. You will never tire of hearing that, will you? I must repeat it over and over because the thought of it piles up until I must say it even in the same words that I have often said it before. Those three words do not lose force by repetition, though. - their meaning is too full to be exhausted.

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But it was very cheerful, and I had it all to myself. Now it has died down to a bed of coals, and I have lit the lamp to write. We got back at 5:30. Snow had been falling all day. I slopped over the road to my billet caring little for the slush in view of the fact that every step was bringing me nearer to the only home I have over here. Madame welcomed me cordially, and immediately furnished one luxury I haven't seen much of recently - hot water. That made possible a lovely clean-up. Then I slushed down town to the best restaurant and had a good dinner. After, there was only one things I wanted to do - just what I've been doing the last hour and am doing now. Another nice feature about tonight is that your picture is back on the mantel piece. It was with me at ----, but all the time it stayed in my bag. Somehow I couldn't hang it in the setting there. I couldn't be that unkind even to your picture. How very beautiful it is! How white and soft the face and shoulders! How wonderful those dreaming eyes! How it brings back a flood of memories of the beauty and tenderness and love that you showed me during our halcyon honeymoon. Can you realize how dear to me are those recollections, how sweet the thoughts they kindle? In imagination I fondle you all wonderingly, forget all else in the glory of your kiss. I love you, my very own, I love you. You will never tire of hearing that, will you? I must repeat it over and over because the thought of it piles up until I must say it even in the same words that I have often said it before. Those three words do not lose force by repetition, though. - their meaning is too full to be exhausted.