Do you understand, Cornelia, I am coming to you, right now, by the very earliest boat?
God has undoubtedly opened this door. I shall be so glad to leave the tired Old World for a spell, and drink at the Fount of your glorious youth.
Even the submarines can't scare me away from this great Adventure.
At this moment America means only you and George and dear little Anne, and the heavenly rest under your roof tree.
Perhaps it may prove to be something very different, but that is how I am feeling at the moment.
God will surely forgive me for this momentary slackening.
I am so tired, Cornelia.
Only God knows how tired I am!
THE END
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