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each afternoon, for it was lonely on that bleak hill,and after his forenoon of reading or writing he craved diversion. As the matter stands now themoment they have thoroughly advertised a desirable foreign book, and thusat g He was back at 21 Fifth Avenue presently, arranging for his voyage. And she would think it realy was finally, and stop crying, to our delight.

Tonight I went in ablack cravat and everybody else wore white ones. He ranged throughevery subject from protoplasm to infinity, exalting, condemning,ridiculing, explaining; his brain was always busy--a dynamo that restedneither night nor day. I wish I did. place, as becomes one who was not born to modesty, but by diligence & hard work is acquiring it.