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    <title>Boyd046</title>
    <Collections>Boyd Letters</Collections>
    <Contributor>Boyd Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1964 Nov 13th</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Boyd046</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Letter</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Death, Ireland</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
    <Path>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/boyd046</Path>
    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
    <Scannedimage>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Boyd046_3.jpg</Scannedimage>
    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿13th November 1964.

Dear Agnes:

I was very shocked to learn
of Tom&#039;s sudden death. I don&#039;t
know what to say to you now except
that your loss is irreparable.
And so is Ireland&#039;s. I shall
write to you again. This is only
a brief note as I am rushing off
to a doctor with a threat infection.

Yours ever,

(John Boyd)

Mrs.Finnegan,
38 Wesley Hill,
Birmingham, 29.
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