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impossible to move a single thing from the inner chambers this year,

and when next week is over, the inner chambers will be walled

up and buried deep in hundreds of tons of sand. If we 

could come back in November (for I hope I shall have my

grammar ready by then) you could probably live in Gurneh

itself and you could see all that I saw yesterday, with but

hardly any difference; possibly you could see it often, and we

could be together much more than now. That is what I

have been wishing, Mummy. Possibly my dream will not

come true, but at least I have wished and plxxx[?]/<dreamed> it

for you, dear heart.

          Probably before this reaches you, you will have read of the

great wonder which we witnessed yesterday. I feel very strongly

the responsibility of describing it all to you. You can show

my letter, or read parts of it, to Father, but you must not

give the details to anyone else until I say you may. This

is very important.

          Early in the morning I had climbed over the hill, and soon was 

at work with Breasted on the seals of the closed door. Behind 

all that sealed plaster lay – who knew what? Perhaps 

nothing, perhaps Tutankhamun himself. At all events we had 

to work hard. The countless seals which covet/<re>d the plaster had 

indeed been photographed and rephotographed, and Breasted 

had spent two days on them. But in three hours they were to