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January 27th 1920

Summer Hill

Jurby

Sulby

I.O.M.

My dear Harrie

I know I ought to have replied to your several letters ere this, also, to have acknowledged the many and varied odds and ends, and other gifts and remembrances recieved from time to time over this Xmas and New Year. But you must excuse me for there has been such to do - and this past fortnight I could not write to anyone I was so very upset by the shock of poor Aunties death....

Poor Auntie Hannah... Poor, poor girl. Her entire life has been lived for others... wasted, one might almost say, because of a man far from worthy of her... Poor Hannah, the man she choose could give her nothing but work, work, work. And work it is that has hastened her premature ending.

She looked extremely youthful as she lay in her lst narrow bed... Cramped couch as a coffin provesĀ it can be made to look beautiful in its very awfulness... The lacy frills that fell from the sides of the coffin over the snowy shroud, the smaller but finer frills about the lifeless throat, the

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