Letter from Edward Thomas to his wife, Helen Thomas. Archival reference: 424/1/1/1/1/118
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little one. I am ever & wholly yours Edwy. Goodnight. Goodbye Helen,
farewell.
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30.10.99
My dearest Helen,
Perhaps you will pardon the shortness & stupidity of this letter if I tell you I was busy after lunch with my work, then with a walk with Morgan, then at tea with an acquaintance named Maine-a clever man who got a second class just like Haynes in June, & most interested in folklore.
Oh bother! here is the good Hodges bothering me for information about Sonnets on which he is reading a paper. So I
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don't know how I can write. I meant to have sent you some money, but prefer to buy P.O.s, so must wait.
Your account of your life at home pleases me immensley, & I am especially glad you get on so well with that angel I call my mother.
As to books borrowed from Patten & Co- I never said I had 15. Among books that I may still have are- Stevensons' Virginibus Puerisque, Burtons' Melancholy, & a volume of

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Wordsworths' prose, certainly nothing more.
I never see young Parsons, & have not had any intimate talk with (illegible) lately.
Oh dearest Helen pardon me. Conjure up the vision of the field we passed over hand in hand last May along the tranquil river, and with a new autumn glory added,
think of me there & you too, pardon me I have no time at all.
So goodbye, adieu, my own sweet