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the West, all faithful to the
Eastern Sunshine - This afternoon
all seemed quiet at your
house, and as Leicester did
not call for me I concluded
he and Laura were having
a quiet company, so I read aloud
here in my room to you. -
I read from Lowell, "Longing", -
and my dear, what a mammoth
piece that is, - now I can see
why you read that to me one
night at twilight, away north, at
the turn in the road, up along
the east river road as we sat
quietly in the buggy with old Lotty
ahead, and then how you gave
it [one ?] written in your own
engraving in Jerome's Idle thoughts
of an Idle Fellow." Then I read
Lowells. - "My love." - read it, for it is
for you many times I am sure