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    <title>MacNeice004</title>
    <Collections>Letters to George and Mercy McCann</Collections>
    <Contributor>MacNeice Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1939 Feb 29th</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>MacNeice004</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Letter</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Father, B.B.C</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
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    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>you look up (better drop a card first) Mrs. Coldstream, 9 Percy Street, off Tottenham Court Road. She is very lovely, living there by herself, driving ambulances. Do write and tell me all about Europe (the chimes are marching: The Prince of Wales tells off his Horse.) Everyone here seems bored with Europe except that they go sentimental over Finland. I must go down now and have my 6.15 meal. What a pity you&#039;re not all over here. I hope to hire or borrow a car later and get around further; the country is disgracefully big. Please write, with all best wishes, love, Louis. 

From Louis MacNeice, Telluride Association, Ithaca, N.Y. 
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