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My Crissy--dear and wonderful fiancée--I got up very early this morning and went to the country to see one of my new beam stations where we receive the radio signals from South Africa. Everything was fine but I must confess that these days I find it difficult to concentrate as I should on my work. But I promise you that when you are all mine I hope to do wonderful things.

I thought about you all the time--I can’t help it because with your noble mind you possess me completely. Meanwhile, the Radio Station I visited which is near the sea has some magnificent woods around it and this morning it seemed that the whole of nature was waking in the hope and glory of spring! I felt it too...and thinking of you, above and beyond everything, I dreamed of when I shall be able to take you to the woods of Fowey--when at nightfall we can be alone with our great Love in the midst of such wonderful nature.

I also thought of Victor Hugo’s verses and when I came back here I re-read them and I am writing them down for you because they express exactly how I felt when I was in the woods thinking of you and what I thought and felt at Fowey but did not then dare to write to you:

Dans les pâles ténèbres des bois

La calme et sombre nuit ne fait qu’une prière

De toutes les rumeurs de la nuit et du jour

Nous, de tous les torments de cette vie amère

Nous ne ferons que de l’amour.

I must leave you now, my treasure, because I have a thousand things still to do. Till Saturday evening, my darling future bride. I hold you close and I send you millions of...and of love which will always envelop you because I feel that I have enough to fill the whole universe and more!

Your Guglielmo