Tuesday the 11th (11 January 1876)

The same schedule as yesterday; cheerful yet wistful images of the past rise up, my sister’s presence weaves itself among us! — All gone! …
In the afternoon, a letter from our nephew Jachmann about the Fürstner matter. R. is thinking of traveling to Berlin.
In the evening, Marke frightens us with a pained howling; Brange was gone! The deepest impression made by this animal sound. — —

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