2009年4月27日月曜日

June 20,1908

June 20
About 1:00, a friend came in the rain. Talking about one thing after another and dinner together.
About 9:00, a lady came. On her way back, she asked him to be walking together for a while, but he didn’t. He heard her tearful voice outside the window.
He thought a cold heart could help one to tell a lie to oneself.
He wrote the last letter for her and slept.

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