The Henson Journals

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Tuesday, July 1st, 1919.

I wrote to George. Ella went off to Bridgnorth after breakfast, and I settled down to clearing off my letters. The Archdeacon, & then Mrs Rushton came to see me. Herbert Nicholson arrived at tea–time, a nice looking young man of 28, quite "at sea" as to his occupation. All my notions about emigration, & placing him on the land vanished into thin air, for he is not built for either. I had much conversation with him, & on the whole was pleased with his modesty and intelligence. He volunteered on the outbreak of War in August, 1914, and has been in France, Egypt, & Palestine until a few weeks ago when he was demobilized. He has never had a days sickness, or received a scratch, though he has been through the entire Palestinian campaign. How unequal are the fates of men!

The violent wind this afternoon twisted a large branch off the tree in the kitchen yard, & broke the roof by its fall.

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