Dearest sweetheart Herbert,
What fervor we have had!
Mother and I boarded our train on Thursday. The guide was an enchanting man. I swear he held my hand for one minute excessively lengthy. The weather conditions was horrible, obviously, however we were setting out toward the sun, and neither of us minded one scribble. Then, at that point, the tempest began, which unnerved Mother. She yelled like she had seen twelve mice with each thunder and glimmer. It was favorable luck we shared our carriage exclusively with a gathering of nuns from a quiet request. Their gear names showed they were going on a journey to Santiago de Compostela. One thinks about how they managed the cost of five star travel. Mother was troubled, however the women were beguiling and appealed to God for us all through the tempest. In any event, I think they remembered us for their requests as they continually waved their crosses and petitioning God books at us. I'm certain they didn't care about my tobacco smoke. They were just menthol, all things considered.
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It was a mistake you were unable to accompany us. What a solace that would have been. Such a disgrace you were unable to leave your unfortunate Mr. Ross. If by some stroke of good luck the beloved thing had died when anticipated. Gracious, how awfully unfeeling that should sound, yet you know, Herbert, our dear neighbor, is enduring to such an extent. I want to facilitate his aggravation. All things considered, I will say not any more regarding that matter.
We showed up securely in Liverpool with perfect timing for supper at our inn. It is a heavenly spot. In the event that the weather conditions had improved, I ought to have joined a gathering of attractive young fellows for tennis. We met them in the inn relax last night. One of them is the cousin of Ronnie Montagu. Do you recollect him? The red-headed chap who played with me unbelievably last August. I'm certain you were desirous, as you didn't let out the slightest peep to me throughout the night. All things considered, I tried things out in the pool toward the beginning of today. I have a really considering new costuming! Do you like the photo, and would you say you are stunned by your shameless fiancee? Maybe you will lay down with it under your cushion and dream of me.
Recently, Mother and I went for a stroll, however a few men were asking in the road! Could you at any point trust it, sweetheart? For what reason would they say they were not working? One of them said to Mother that he had not eaten for two days. He had the most rumpled and undesirable appearance, so we got back to the inn for evening tea.
Tomorrow, we will board the boat at 3.00 pm. I truly do trust you will compose soon.
Your revering Dorothea.
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Saturday eighth October 1932 - London
Dear Miss Dorothea,
Much obliged to you for taking the time from your bustling day to keep in touch with me. I'm happy you and her ladyship showed up at your lodging without episode.
Mr. Ross is significantly better today. Dyspepsia is a most difficult condition, yet I don't trust it to be deadly. While I value he appears, as far as you might be concerned, to be of cutting edge years, I have not an obvious explanation to anticipate his up and coming passing. I would be generally troubled assuming you thought I thought often about the heritage I will get on his passing. I guarantee you; Miss Dorothea, I needn't bother with the cash. It is miserable Mr. Ross doesn't have a family to profit from his liberality.
The photo you encased was for sure trying. I will keep it locked away as I wouldn't wish the maid to see it. She is dependent upon heart palpitations.
I'm exceptionally thankful for your companionship Miss Dorothea, yet may I amenably demand that you not allude to me as your life partner? Her ladyship wouldn't support. I'm certain this is your superb funny bone impacting everything, and in time, you will track down a reasonable young fellow of your own social class.
I have heard individuals are keeping in the roads from a significant number of our northern urban communities as a result of the downturn. Products of coal have fallen, and the mines have shut. They report that 1,000,000 men are jobless. Accordingly, the ports have less vendor ships, and the Liverpool dockyards are laying men off. I'm heartbroken that you and her ladyship had an unsavory experience.
Today I'm driving Mr. Ross to the Place of Lodge to meet Mr. Ramsey MacDonald. The Head of the state wishes to examine further restrictions to bringing in unfamiliar merchandise. I will go for a stroll around the Public Exhibition while I stand by.
I wish you a wonderful journey.
Your modest worker, Herbert Morris.
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Monday tenth October 1932 - RMS Lancastria, Cartagena
Sweetheart Kid,
I needed to share the news, such fervor as I have at any point known. We have had a salvage adrift! Many dear minimal Belgian mariners encompass us. Their boat sank earlier today. I in all actuality do despise the Cove of Biscay. It causes one to feel somewhat inebriated, faltering from one side of the boat to the next, and unfortunate Mother could hold down a little turtle soup, a little part of fowl pie, and just a single treat! I accept the group is offering their apportions to the Belgians.
There has been an allure for the travelers for gifts to assist the mariners, who with willing be aground tomorrow first thing. Mother has a fur garment that has a little curse. I'm certain she won't miss it. The change to our agenda has disturbed Mother definitely. She is anticipating arriving at Lisbon. She has trained our steward to get the commander without a moment's delay.
Mother lets me know that Mr. Ross merits some £100000! I'm more than happy for your favorable luck, my sweetheart. We will have a great time when we are hitched. When how about that be? I hear that Mr. Ross has a sick heart. I'm certain you take incredible consideration of his medicine. It would be miserable if he somehow happened to incidentally go too far.
Compose soon, my adored. I long to hear your news.
Your revering, Dorothea.
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Friday fourteenth October 1932 - London
Dear Miss Dorothea
Your letter showed up 'standard avion,' earlier today. Getting the post with a Spanish stamp was generally energizing. The servant, Miss Harris, was happy to have the postage stamps to provide for her nephew.
We heard the fresh insight about the SS Scheldestad on the radio. How awful that about 40 mariners lost their lives. I feel a feeling of extraordinary trouble for the moms who have lost their children and spouses that won't ever see the arrival of their husbands. We in the workers' corridor have given a little amount of cash that the vicar will ship off the deprived. Reverend Jones knew a few Belgian exiles from his ward in Folkestone during the Incomparable Conflict.
It amazed me to hear that nearly 250000 Belgians showed up in Britain when the Germans attacked. How miserable they lost their home to intruders, just to get back, without decision, when the conflict finished. The Reverend said the public authority needed the positions back for bringing servicemen back. Miss Harris had a niece who was a conductress on a cable car. She likewise lost her work, as a warrior required the work. Miss Harris accepts they will one day pay people similar wages for a similar work, however I dread that is generally far-fetched.
Mr. Ross met with the State head. Mr. MacDonald is a decent man yet in chronic frailty, and Mr. Ross says he can not stay in power any more. The Conservatives rule the Public Government, and his Work strategies have little help. The papers by and by detailed that his child was a pacifist during the conflict. It didn't consider well him.
My boss is appreciating great wellbeing. The gossipy tidbits about his heart's shortcoming are poorly educated, and he isn't as of now taking any prescription. I would most deferentially beseech you not to think about me as an object of your love, Miss Dorothea. I accept some might have overstated my assumptions, and I wouldn't wish to frustrate you.
Your unassuming worker,
Herbert Morris.
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Tuesday eighteenth October 1932 - Estate St Nick Maria, Lisbon
Dearest Herbert,
I am so happy to hear that Mr. Ross is well. I really want to believe that he isn't exaggerating things with all his political work. Mother says he shouldn't worry about the north when things are so awful in London. I swear we trusted that a doorman will gather our packs at the station. For what reason are men jobless when obviously there is a requirement for fundamental specialists? Yet, enough of political issues, I'm certain I will deplete myself with such reasoning. Cart Matthews says I stress considerably excessively.
Mother and I were thinking back earlier today about your dear dad, how he conveyed me on his shoulders when I was a youngster. It was such tomfoolery running around the yard imagining he was a horse. Gracious, how we chuckled when he lost a shoe. Blissful days. He was an extraordinary valet and a resolute companion to dear Mr. Ross. It is noteworthy that Ross ought to view you as a child and beneficiary. I depict you this way to my closest companions.
We are remaining here until April. If Mr. Ross ought to capitulate to the colder time of year flu, if it's not too much trouble, go along with us here, my sweetheart. I couldn't want anything more than to compose more, however Mother and I are showing up at a party with a few movie chief and his pals. They smoke the most magnificent Turkish cigarettes.
Once more, until we meet,
Your revering Dorothea
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24th October 1932 - London
Dear Miss Dorothea
Much obliged to you for your most engaging letter.
Toward the beginning of today I drove Mr. Ross to Trafalgar Square. There was a most unfortunate scene when the Public Yearning Marchers met with Mr. Mosley's English Association of Extremists. Mr. Ross taught me to utilize the engine vehicle to take a few harmed people to the emergency clinic. A large number of the marchers had left Glasgow in September. Their boots were minimal more than pieces of cowhide, bound with clothes. Blood ran from their torn feet. They plan to address parliament about the annulment of the means test. There is a lot of worry that administration specialists invaded the walk, wishing to dishonor their tranquil points.
Here we have energizing news. On Saturday night, Mr. Ross acquainted us with Miss Ethel MacDonald. They are locked in to be hitched. Farley Corridor may without a doubt yet have a main successor. A band played in the nursery, and Miss Harris and I moved a celebratory dance around the kitchen table. Notwithstanding the 30 years between them, I accept this is an earnest love match.
I'm certain Miss MacDonald will take great consideration of Mr. Ross' wellbeing.
It will be a delight to see you next April, Miss Dorothea.
Your modest worker Herbert Morris.
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30th October 1932 - Manor Rossini Lisbon
Dear Mr. Morris
Unfortunately, my one genuine affection, you have tragically bamboozled me. I wish you and Miss Harris a cheerful future together, and obviously, I discharge you from any commitment toward me. I was not anticipating numerous long periods of joy; you being such a ton more established than me, Herbert, however I had would have liked to be a lady of the prior hour thinking about a forlorn widowhood.
Mr. Ross, it appears, has had his head turned by a pretty ankle. Ah well, there is no fool like an old fool. And no doubt he will keep you, and the future Mrs. Morris, in service together.
Ronnie Montagu arrived in Lisbon yesterday. Mother and I are now his house guests. Dear Ronnie's father is seriously ill, and Ronnie may have to return to London soon to be at his bedside, as a most thoughtful son should. It is my duty to be there to console him.
I must ask you, Herbert, not to write to me again. I should find it too upsetting.
Your heartbroken friend, Dorothea.