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#0163: Willa Cather to Annie Adams Fields, July 13 [1909]

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Dear Mrs. Fields1;

Your letter3 reached me on Monday and I first had the news of Miss Jewett4's death on Saturday. You will never know what a kind thing you did in writing to me. I carried your letter about with me for the comfort it gave me. And I was so touched by your taking thought of me at such a time, all this lonely way home my mind has dwelt upon the peaceful picture you gave me of Miss Jewett; and later you will tell me more of her. When I think of you at Manchester5, in the first flash I always see her there, too, as I saw you together last year. And very often at night I dream that you are both there together. Perhaps you are. It seems to me that she cannot be very far away from you.

There is a heavy sea and writing is difficult. You will know when you get this that I have landed in New York6. I pray and hope that all is well with you. You will let me have some word of you soon, will you not? And from my heart I thank you for that last letter you wrote me after you left South Berwick7—which seemed to bring me so close to the one we loved.

Devotedly Willa