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Conger Reynolds correspondence, February 1918

1918-02-13 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 8

And you? Won't you tell me your impressions after being married and deserted for such a long time. Have you realized any better how fortunate you are (now don't twist this into meaning fortunate because of the deserted part). 
By this time you should have the photographs from New York. I wonder if they were any good - considering. Did you send your photographs as I suggested? And is so, do you know what happened? What resulted from the sending out of the announcements? I never wrote my thanks to Mrs. Stockard because you didn't tell me how to address her. Perhaps that information is in a letter somewhere on the way to me. If it comes, I'll write in a way to make up for the delay. I shall welcome the day when I can get mail with some regularity and not more than two or three weeks' age. 
Do you love me? Yes? Then you will kiss me? I send every bit of my love, honey - it's all yours. Conger.

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And you? Won't you tell me your impressions after being married and deserted for such a long time. Have you realized any better how fortunate you are (now don't twist this into meaning fortunate because of the deserted part). By this time you should have the photographs from New York. I wonder if they were any good - considering. Did you send your photographs as I suggested? And is so, do you know what happened? What resulted from the sending out of the announcements? I never wrote my thanks to Mrs. Stockard because you didn't tell me how to address her. Perhaps that information is in a letter somewhere on the way to me. If it comes, I'll write in a way to make up for the delay. I shall welcome the day when I can get mail with some regularity and not more than two or three weeks' age. Do you love me? Yes? Then you will kiss me? I send every bit of my love, honey - it's all yours. Conger.