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Conger Reynolds correspondence, March 1-17, 1918

1918-03-04 Daphne Reynolds to Conger Reynolds Page 2

drama is hardly the word to use, but the other is too full of unpleasantness. 
Your letters are wonderful. They are full of the spirit of the "Big Adventure" as you call it, and something of your own glorious courage passes to me from them. And the beauty of your love - that, Sweetheart, is something I can never talk about as you can, but oh, I feel it all the more keenly for not being able to express myself. The time I spent with you, short as it was, proved to me how empty the preceeding years have been. If I could never have you again, dear, I would live on memories of those few days. And the thought that you love me, that you want to come back to me, and that you belong to me even as I belong to you - I am sometimes afraid I have dreamed it all. You are my husband; I am your wife. Those words should never be spoken lightly, and I am fully conscious of their sacredness as I write them. Yet to me, the most wonderful part of our relation is that I belong to you in the same way I belong to God's great Out-of-Doors. I can never express

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drama is hardly the word to use, but the other is too full of unpleasantness. Your letters are wonderful. They are full of the spirit of the "Big Adventure" as you call it, and something of your own glorious courage passes to me from them. And the beauty of your love - that, Sweetheart, is something I can never talk about as you can, but oh, I feel it all the more keenly for not being able to express myself. The time I spent with you, short as it was, proved to me how empty the preceeding years have been. If I could never have you again, dear, I would live on memories of those few days. And the thought that you love me, that you want to come back to me, and that you belong to me even as I belong to you - I am sometimes afraid I have dreamed it all. You are my husband; I am your wife. Those words should never be spoken lightly, and I am fully conscious of their sacredness as I write them. Yet to me, the most wonderful part of our relation is that I belong to you in the same way I belong to God's great Out-of-Doors. I can never express