November, 1918: Indigestion.

[mr_chaplin]

It's incredible how something good can be lost so quickly...

The honeymoon ended off on a round note... Mildred and I are well.

Since I returned from Catalina, however... I haven't seen the studio. Three weeks now. I simply can't go near it.

I've got this idea... it's a good one, it really is. Rural setting, sunny little town, Charlot, the

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[_ednapurviance_]

Oh, I do hope you recover from your ailment soon, both physical and mental. I do look forwarding to seeing you again, as well as working again. Best of luck in your search for a house.

Love always,

Edna

[mr_chaplin]

Sorry for the various remarks, Edna... I should have been more candid. One is entitled to live as one... desires...

I'd like to see you... soon.

Love,
Charlie