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#0077: Willa Cather to Dorothy Canfield, September 24, 1902

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HOTELS AT THE FOLLOWING
ARE UNDER
THE COMPANY'S MANAGEMENT
EUSTON. LONDON.
LIVERPOOL2.
BIRMINGHAM3.
PRESTON.4
CREWE5.
HOLYHEAD6.
GREENORE7.
NORTH WALL DUBLIN8.
BLETCHLEY9.
LONDON & NORTH WESTERN
RAILWAY COMPANY
NORTH WESTERN HOTEL,
LIVERPOOL,
My Dearest Dorothy1.

We10 had a superb day at Oxford11, I never enjoyed anything more and am most grateful to your mother12 for urging us to go there. There is certainly no other such spot in the world. We have come back to our old hotel and find it big and comfortable and better than before. We have a fine day for sailing and I shall go with a light heart, feeling nearer to you than I have done for weeks. I suspect you left two jealous people in Paris13, and the woe that came came naturally. Everything was so strange that you seemed strange there to me too—one of them, you know, and not one of us. But I feel surer of more sure of you now—as though I still knew where to find you and we still had a country and tastes in common, and some vague but indertible[?] standards that no expansion can quite expand away. My love to you all and thank you for those happy days in London14. When once I utter my woes, they die on my tongue, and I go home happy, happy, only waiting for our meeting in New York15 this winter

Always and always your Willie

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