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 | Fort Stevens D.C. Dec 18th 1863   I was very much surprised at receiving a letter from you, I thought 
        you had come to the conclusion that it did not pay to write to Soldiers 
        but I assure you I was very glad to be so disappointed. It is a cold windy 
        night but I have a good fire and a little better house that I had when 
        you were here. Our new house is 16*20 divided into two bedrooms and an 
        office, nicely plastered and whitewashed as comfortable as half the houses 
        in VT(??) a great deal nicer and warmer than any old shop in Shoreham. 
        We have a new Captain. His name is Edward P. Lee he is a big man as tall 
        as I am and weighs two hundred pounds. The major is all right as usual. 
        So are all those you know here. The reg't is being filled up very fast 
        now; two hundred recruits came yesterday. Thirty five came to Battery 
        B. They are a fine lot of men. The Russian officers visited Fort Totteri 
        (one of the Forts garrisoned by the 11th bt.). Of course I had to go and 
        see them. They are generally short and quite ___ built and some of them 
        very good looking. I have told you all the news that I can think of and 
        now hardly know what to write. You say "your letter was cold and 
        indifferent." Lorette how would you have me address you? Allowing 
        me to be the judge I should think your letters the coldest. Yes indeed, 
        I do remember everything you told me and that I promised to stand up with 
        you but I did not suppose you remembered anything. It is of no use to 
        tell you again what I have told you so many times. I do not blame you 
        for not caring for me but don't call me cold and indifferent when I am 
        doing my best to make it seem all right. You know that one word from you 
        when I was there was all that ware required to bring me to any terms you 
        saw fit to make. I was in hopes I should forget to pay homage where it 
        was regarded as something of no account but I cannot forget; more's the 
        pity. 
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