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sorry to flee so often to my safest friend, but hope he permits me.
In all this time — nearly eight years-we had never met, but she had sent invitations like the following:
Amherst.
Dear friend,--Whom my dog understood could not elude others.
I should be so glad to see you, but think it an apparitional pleasure, not to be fulfilled.
I am uncertain of Boston.
I had promised to visit my physician for a few days in May, but father objects because he is in the habit of me.
Is it more far to Amherst?
You will find a minute host, but a spacious welcome ..
If I still entreat you to teach me, are you much displeased?
I will be patient, constant, never reject your knife, and should my slowness goad you, you knew before myself that Except the smaller size
No lives are round.
These hurry to a sphere
And show and end.
The larger slower grow
And later hang;
The summers of Hesperides
Are long.
Afterwards, came this:--
