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"The story of my transformations. Perhaps I | "The story of my transformations. Perhaps I | ||
could show it to you, some day." | could show it to you, some day." | ||
We met frequently at | We met frequently at Gray's in Penobscot, which was | ||
about mid-way between Castine and Blue Hill. | about mid-way between Castine and Blue Hill. | ||
Katharine managed to drive over in the old roadster | Katharine managed to drive over in the old roadster | ||
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Dan blushed depreciatingly as he placed a bowl of flowers on the center of the table. "Would you like me to set the table here, Miss Muffet, or would you prefer to have luncheon in the pergola?" he enquired.
Dan's manner was unrestrainedly effeminate
and Katharine was ill at ease. Dan went back & forth with the plates and silver-ware as he served an exceedingly good luncheon, and Katharine and I fumbled for crossed out: ideas communication in this new situation.
Late in the afternoon we walked slowly along
the high dark cedar hedge toward my car. It had turned suddenly cold as it does on crossed out: September fall summer afternoons in eastern Maine and with the chill came the powerful, inexorable crossed out: dark dusk. Dan had disappeared on some errand, and the house waited, unlighted, at the end of the cedar avenue.
"What are you writing darling?" "The story of my transformations. Perhaps I
could show it to you, some day."
We met frequently at Gray's in Penobscot, which was
about mid-way between Castine and Blue Hill. Katharine managed to drive over in the old roadster