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And good-night to the cañon…

Arthur I. Keller, from Her letter, by Bret Harte,  Boston, New York, 1905.

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And good-night to the cañon…

Arthur I. Keller, from Her letter, by Bret Harte, Boston, New York, 1905.

(Source: archive.org)

Tuesday, February 4, 2014
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And the copse where you once tied my shoe-knot
Is shamelessly open as day!

Arthur I. Keller, from Her letter, by Bret Harte,  Boston, New York, 1905.

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And the copse where you once tied my shoe-knot
Is shamelessly open as day!

Arthur I. Keller, from Her letter, by Bret Harte, Boston, New York, 1905.

(Source: archive.org)

Tuesday, February 4, 2014
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And that bank by the spring - I once drank there…

Arthur I. Keller, from Her letter, by Bret Harte,  Boston, New York, 1905.

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And that bank by the spring - I once drank there…

Arthur I. Keller, from Her letter, by Bret Harte, Boston, New York, 1905.

(Source: archive.org)

Tuesday, February 4, 2014
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Her last letter.

Arthur I. Keller, from Her letter, by Bret Harte,  Boston, New York, 1905.

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Her last letter.

Arthur I. Keller, from Her letter, by Bret Harte, Boston, New York, 1905.

(Source: archive.org)

Monday, February 3, 2014
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In this green laurel-spray that he treasures,
It was plucked where your parting was last.

Arthur I. Keller, from Her letter, by Bret Harte,  Boston, New York, 1905.

(Source: archive.org)

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In this green laurel-spray that he treasures,
It was plucked where your parting was last.

Arthur I. Keller, from Her letter, by Bret Harte, Boston, New York, 1905.

(Source: archive.org)

Monday, February 3, 2014
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And his language to me from his bunk, Miss,
Is frequent and painful and free.

Arthur I. Keller, from Her letter, by Bret Harte,  Boston, New York, 1905.

(Source: archive.org)

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And his language to me from his bunk, Miss,
Is frequent and painful and free.

Arthur I. Keller, from Her letter, by Bret Harte, Boston, New York, 1905.

(Source: archive.org)

Monday, February 3, 2014
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The end has come, my Moll.

 Arthur Ignatius Keller, from Amos Judd, by John Ames Mitchell, New York, 1901.

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The end has come, my Moll.

Arthur Ignatius Keller, from Amos Judd, by John Ames Mitchell, New York, 1901.

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Sunday, February 10, 2013
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He is the image of you.

 Arthur Ignatius Keller, from Amos Judd, by John Ames Mitchell, New York, 1901.

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He is the image of you.

Arthur Ignatius Keller, from Amos Judd, by John Ames Mitchell, New York, 1901.

(Source: archive.org)

Sunday, February 10, 2013