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It was about five or six months after your mother first dreamed of you when I met her in Paris whither she had journeyed from Corsica to arrange for your little wardrobe. I had been longing to see her for many years and especially did I desire to meet her at that particular time, for Abdul Baha was there and I longed to take her to him. I knew your mother in the old San Francisco days and my mother loved your mother. The very day she died she spoke of this love. (91:3) In Paris I was yearning more than I can tell you to see her, when one day God led me to the American Express and there she sat. The next day we went together to Abdul Baha and he blessed you both. (91:4) I wish I could give you a picture of him as he sat in the inner chamber, with his head thrown back, the world-weary look kindling a fire as we acquainted him with our purpose. He smiled a welcome and seated your mother opposite him.
(91:5)
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