Dear Sir I am too proud—to say I knew, I should not have come—and yet came. I acknowledge my Acts—of which all that trepidant walk was one—from Mount Ararat Road to the Tempting Knoll—with Dog Tray circling and growling—He loves you not, Sir—and the end of that sentence could be—“and nor do I” as well as the more expected ending “whatever I may feel.” Were you happy I came? Were we godlike as you promised? Two earnest pacers, pointing diligent toes in the dust. Did you remark—setting Electrical Powers and Galvanic Impulses aside for the moment—how shy we are one with another? Mere
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