dear one

“Dear one,” cried Abel, “we must find shelter! Anywhere!”

"Our dear one has gone," he says.

She was his “Darling,” his “Dear One,” his “Dearest-in-All-the-World,” his “Love-girl,” his “Beloved Mine,” his “Inspiration Gold,” his “Divine Fire.”

“The dear one is daily improving…,” he wrote in his diary on Thursday, June 9, “and every other sorrow fades in the light of the joy her recovery brings.”

“Let me make you another copy, dear. One second.”