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Dear Mrs. Jack,

So sorry to get your note tonight & to learn you were laid up again in Omrah. What rotten luck, every year you seem to be there about the same time, I hope this is the last annual affair of the kind. I am most awfully sorry, was it one of those red & black spiders that did the damage? Yes I know how unsympathetic people generally are about spider bites & bee stings & things like that, I don't know why as they are just as dangerous & painful as lots of other things & including wounds which no one laughs at. However I hope by this you are well again & your usual live self. I had a letter from Lerida at Burrabogie, she said she was going to Tog after. I didn't know she was such a pal of Mrs. Kathryn's.

Things are pretty rotten, the weather is vile gain, nothing but boisterous & cold winds, & stacks of rain. The whole country is bogged & mud abounds. Its a desolate heartbreaking place these times, & its so galling when we could be hammering hell out of Fritz if G.A. would only give us a bit more fine weather.

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