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[Page 408]

Sunday, 12 February 1922

I am too sad to do anything. Everywhere I am reminded of the loss of P.P. Bed, lawn, little odds and ends everything that will haunt a man after a death. I can't help showing my sorrow. Roy and I go to Manly. We sit and talk with Lucy and go for a walk to see sights because of the windy day. I go home and to bed at 7.30pm. George, Lil and baby are out to see us. I pray earnestly and read my bible, and may the darling have every happiness in this life and may I yet be able to contribute to her happiness in numerous ways to the loving angel who has given me all but love.                                                                                    

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