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    <title>GreacenStanford254</title>
    <Collections>Letters to Stanford</Collections>
    <Contributor>Greacen Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1975 Jul 12th</Coverage>
    <Creator>LHL</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>GreacenStanford254</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Letter</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Peggie</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>LHL</Publisher>
    <Relation>LHL</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
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    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿2

Write a eulogy here and now about my old friend,
so warm and friendly and not as mysterious as
the captain.
If I ask for Derek he says triumphanty that he
has just seen you in person here in London. Why,
you must be Captain Fox or he is a part of you.
Robert had you in mind. I hear it is still possible
that you and Peggy may move to Petersfield, a lovely
place AND only a few miles (about 30) from
our new house:
18 Firgrove Crescent
Hilsea, Portsmouth
We are moving in on August
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