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Conger Reynolds correspondence, April 1918

1918-04-07 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 2

of the office force is away somewhere. There was even part of the afternoon when the office orderly was gone and I had to do my own errands. It's a cruel war.
   Those belated February letters were great! I am elated that they finally found me. Please have some more quiet evenings all to yourself. They bring me such wonderful love letters! That night at the Powhatan sticks in my memory too as one of the outstanding episodes of our happy period in Washington. It was the realization of one of my wildest dreams - you there beside me in the midst of the outward luxury so beautiful and so companionable. Love was about us like fragrant incense. I wondered at the mystery in your eyes - and worshiped you more than I could say. As on several similar occasions it was hard for me to talk. The very wonder of the realization that we were beginning life anew belonging to each other overwhelmed me with a happiness so great that it awed me.
   Oh belovedest, golden times are to come! But tell me you don't mean what you say about wanting to sit in a corner and look at me while I work. I don't want you to. And besides it couldn't be done. I'll have to work away somewhere. And when I come home to you it will be to live the Heaven of loving you. I think I'll want my arms about you most of the time, - at least I'll want you close to me and playing with me over books and music and glowing coals and flowers and things. If anyone sits in the corner and worships it will be be I while you're at your piano.

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of the office force is away somewhere. There was even part of the afternoon when the office orderly was gone and I had to do my own errands. It's a cruel war. Those belated February letters were great! I am elated that they finally found me. Please have some more quiet evenings all to yourself. They bring me such wonderful love letters! That night at the Powhatan sticks in my memory too as one of the outstanding episodes of our happy period in Washington. It was the realization of one of my wildest dreams - you there beside me in the midst of the outward luxury so beautiful and so companionable. Love was about us like fragrant incense. I wondered at the mystery in your eyes - and worshiped you more than I could say. As on several similar occasions it was hard for me to talk. The very wonder of the realization that we were beginning life anew belonging to each other overwhelmed me with a happiness so great that it awed me. Oh belovedest, golden times are to come! But tell me you don't mean what you say about wanting to sit in a corner and look at me while I work. I don't want you to. And besides it couldn't be done. I'll have to work away somewhere. And when I come home to you it will be to live the Heaven of loving you. I think I'll want my arms about you most of the time, - at least I'll want you close to me and playing with me over books and music and glowing coals and flowers and things. If anyone sits in the corner and worships it will be be I while you're at your piano.