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She read: MY DEREST KATE: I am a day late with this becos as I told you I have no schooling and in writing a letter is where I prove it, so I never write them, but it was not fare to you for you not to know what kind of a letter I would write if I did write one, so here it is very bad no dout but the best I can possably do which has got nothing at all to do with my pashion for you and the aughful time I will have till I here from you.
Coming home from the theater tonight, still dazed with the revelation of what I am capable of, once aroused, I asked Miss Everett if her couzin had said anything about Mr. Egleston being in love with the Leading Character. She observed: "No. But he may be. She is very pretty." "Possably," I remarked. "But I should like to see her in the morning, when she gets up."
And you'll apologize to me or I'll never speak to you again." She said this loudly, and then went away, And Mr. Beecher said, through the door. "What the Devil's the row about?" Perhaps my nerves were going, or possably it was no luncheon and probably no dinner. But I said, just as if he had been an ordinary person: "Go on and write and get through. I can't stew on these steps all day."
"Personally I think you've had a bad dream, because William can't possably know the combination of that safe. It's as much as I can do to remember it myself." "It's a Spy's business to know everything, father." He gave me a peircing glance. "He's a Spy, is he?" he then said. "Well, I might have known that all this war preparation of yours would lead to Spies.
I was two months younger then and possably childish in some ways. For I remember that in my exhiliration I called up Jane Raleigh the moment she got home. She came over, and I showed her the book. "Bab!" she said. "A thousand dollars! Why, it is wealth." "It's not princly," I observed. "But it will do, Jane."
For if one who he could not possably love, being so close to her in her make-up, if one who was indeed employed to be made Love to, could submit in public to his embrases, why should not I, who would have died for him? These were my thoughts as the Play went on. The hours flew on joyous feet.
On the next afternoon, while engaged in a few words with the station hackman, who said I was taking his trade although not needing the Money which was a thing he could not possably know while he had a familey and a horse to feed, I saw the Stranger of the milk wagon, et cetera, emerge from the one-thirty five. "Where to?" I asked in a pre-emptory manner. Do you know the Place?"
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