you'll get your head punched as you did once before when you flung dirt at me so if he comes you tell him so and give the beast a talking to. … And something else my dear darling ideal I write this I love you to distraction I am regularly off my head with thinking of you and I have your photo before me and kiss it night and day. O God how I love him more than my life more than my faith I can't tell what sin I have sinned that I have to pay so dear and you dearest you are so cold and you'll bring me to my grave with your coldness and in no time too I don't know but it seems to me you told Elizabeth I slept in Hoza and she makes a mock of me and I don't care a fig for I am daft for your love no one won't cure me and no one can't it's too late I loved you when I saw you first and shall till my life ends and so long as I don't put an end to it and w^ho will make me do that but you Stephen mv dearest pet and sweetheart.
"I end this scrawl of mine throwing away my pen crying my eyes out and dying of hunger for that blessed Sunday.
"Your unhappy or rather love-sick
