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Conger Reynolds correspondence, January-March 1919

1919-02-10 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 2

you were making your farewell address and said. "Flu." Whereupon, much relieved, I laughed merrily and said, "Tha's nothing, girl; why I've had that. You'll get well all right. But you must go right away to the hospital." There the dream broke off. Wasn't it foolish? Just the same I wish I could see you to substitute real impressions for the remnants of that unreal view of you. 
This is Sunday morning just before lunch. I'm writing in our cozy salon to the tune of the Lieutenant Taylor's interpretation of bits of a "Manon." It's a good thing you don't have to listen, the piano is terribly out of tune. 
Outside the weather is the coldest we've had. Mercury must be as low as 5 above, which is right cold for Paris. But I love it. The sun is shining and the air is cleaner and purer than ever before. This kind of weather is much more invigorating than the clammy sort we've had so much of the time. 
Paul Alling, who was one of my comrades at Neufchateau has just reported for duty in Paris. I had him to dinner last night and be took me to the Follies afterward. Rotten show but an interesting place to see - once. 
For two days I've been getting up

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you were making your farewell address and said. "Flu." Whereupon, much relieved, I laughed merrily and said, "Tha's nothing, girl; why I've had that. You'll get well all right. But you must go right away to the hospital." There the dream broke off. Wasn't it foolish? Just the same I wish I could see you to substitute real impressions for the remnants of that unreal view of you. This is Sunday morning just before lunch. I'm writing in our cozy salon to the tune of the Lieutenant Taylor's interpretation of bits of a "Manon." It's a good thing you don't have to listen, the piano is terribly out of tune. Outside the weather is the coldest we've had. Mercury must be as low as 5 above, which is right cold for Paris. But I love it. The sun is shining and the air is cleaner and purer than ever before. This kind of weather is much more invigorating than the clammy sort we've had so much of the time. Paul Alling, who was one of my comrades at Neufchateau has just reported for duty in Paris. I had him to dinner last night and be took me to the Follies afterward. Rotten show but an interesting place to see - once. For two days I've been getting up