The Henson Journals

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Good Friday, April 3rd, 1931.

I remained in bed until the evening. The post brought me a very kind letter from Miss Bigge in acknowledgement of my condolence in her bereavement.

"May I venture to say that nothing gave him greater happiness than his friendship with you. I love what you say about his unaffected piety, as it puts into words what I knew, but could not express."

That is pleasant to read, and I think but sincere in the writer, and true in itself.

The weather forecast for the holiday is bad.

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