Eva claims that Dodd is "dead to her" now, but her diary entries tell a different story. She calls it being blue, today we know it as heart broken.
January
23, 1899 – Mon. (diary page 167)
We’ve had several cloudy days, and now we are getting the rain. Mama is still in bed, but is better
tonight. Aunt Frank is still sick, and
gets no better. She is so old, that it’s
bound to go hard with her. Had a
letter from Pard today, written Saturday.
They’ve never had but the one letter from D-. Is he giving up his family already?
OH! for one hour of the past! To
be once more with the Dodd I used to know – the Dodd who is dead to me
now! His picture stands before me, on
the desk, looking at me with those “dark, mesmeric eyes” that bring back the
moments we have spent together. How
tenderly those eyes have looked down on me – what a love-light shown in their
dark depths! But this is madness!
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