Dvr H.Adler 
PAL/30775
650, G.T.Coy R.A.S.C
MEF

10 January 1943

My dear little Yvette,

Here is my second letter for today. I am always so close, so very close to you. All through the day, darling.  With my thoughts and my body, do you feel it? But of course, you feel it! I love you, I love you I love you my little one, right to the limit of my powers and even beyond.

I am sending you in this letters postal notes for two and a half pounds.  I will try to send you a little more at the end of your holiday. But I will need to know where to send them: to the hospital or to Palestine. I would be better if you were to borrow some pounds from a girl. I will pay it back.  In that way you will be able to leave straight away with all the necessary money without having to depend on the vagaries of the mail. Write to me your plans on this matter. In general I want you to write me everything about your holidays. I rejoice already in them, so profoundly and sincerely darling. What a pleasure to think of you soon escaping from the distressing hospital atmosphere! I believe this will be the last letter you will receive before you leave. So I beg you to go and see the Straus family (Tel Aviv, 6 rue Israel). I have spoken to them about you when I was recently in Palestine. They will welcome you as they did me.  You can sleep at their place if you would like. Find some pretext to explain my lack of letters and give them my very best wishes.

They will put you in touch with one of my best friends: Pequeno. Also with Clara and Ahron. That’s it.

I work and I will work still more.

One more thing: it would not doubt be useless to come and see me where you came once before. Especially if your holidays begin on the 15. I am very unhappy about that. But there’s nothing to be done. Dream a little my “coquette” (as to that, I like well dressed women, you know!) of the festival that awaits us when we will meet each other for our marriage. What a delight, darling!  Like a kid, I love to daydream about that day.  I do it ceaselessly.  That’s where all my courage comes from.

Actually Yvette, I adore you and I embrace you passionately. And then I caress you all over with my lips, which pine tenderly for you, ma dearest darling.

Your Henri.

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