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heart, for the thought will come in my mind, perhaps they are sick or something so is the matter, and I feel so anxious I almost forget what I am writing about. Oh my dear sisters, I can hardly contain myself I want to see you so badly, but I must wait, I must be patient. A few more months and, I trust, we will be together once more. Oh, would that we might hope never again to be sepperated; but, alas: