
"A young girle who was called Evelyn had just died. She was lying in the cofen very pretty. All her things wher in the same place nothing was changd and even the flower which she gatherd, stood in the glase[glass], but was begining to faid. When she died she was only sixteen years old. Ther was a man who loved her without having seen her but new her very well. And she herd of him also. He never could tell her that he loved her, and now she was dead. But still he thought that when he and she could live next life when ever it will be that again thay [they] will meet and then he will tell her ('who' has been crossed out and 'how' added by Gibbes) how long he loved her. And know [now] he lives without her, [illegible. looks like 'LOOKS'] goes about, but he always thinks and loves her know [now] she lay so pritty [pretty] before him. He tore a leaf from her flour [corrected by Gibbes into 'flower'] and pat [put] it in her called [corrected into 'cold'] hand and said, "When you will awayke [awake] then you shall remember and understand and that is our secret."