"T H E H O U R S"Morning, doctor! -Mr. Woolf.A little worse, I think. -I see.My thing is to keep her where she is.Good morning, Leonard.Good morning, Virginia.How was your sleep?Uneventful.Headaches? - No, no headaches.Doctor seemed pleased.It's all from this morning? -Yes.This young man has submitted his manuscript.KEY:Dearest,I feel certain, that I'm going mad again.I think we can't go through another of these terrible timesand I shan't recover this time.I begin to hear voicesand can't concentrate.So I'm doing what seems the best thing to do.You have given me the greatest possible happiness.You have been in every way all that anyone could be.
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