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[Page 159]

Is your leg quite better, I hope so. I saw Bert Macnamara the other day & he asked after you.

Now my dear I must flee. I'm very homesick for you all. I do hope the blessed war doesn't spread over another winter, it would be a terrible blow but as the opera hath it "Oh I fear it".

I must flee, its too cold to stay up, so I'll to bed.

Love to Mac, Graham & the Boss & yourself muchly

Yours as ever
Jim Wilkie

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