I want to embrace you at the first of the year and tell you that I love my old troubadour now and always, but I don’t want you to answer me, you are in the thick of theatrical things, and you have not the time and the calmness to write. Here we called you at the stroke of midnight on Christmas, we called your name three times, did you hear it at all?
We are all getting on well, our little girls are growing, we speak of you often; my children embrace you also. May our affection bring you good luck!
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