A note today from Mr. P. at Gordonsville, written Thursday
evening; not a word had he yet heard of dear Willy's death; he would probably
hear nothing, until he reached the place and was shown his grave! We are
enduring the painful suspense of waiting for the coming home of his father with
the sad remains; it will be a torturing thing. He may come tonight.
SOURCE: Elizabeth Preston Allan, The Life and
Letters of Margaret Junkin Preston, p. 148
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