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Regi was a man ^[[from]] whom you never knew what to expect.  An undiscovered land lay beneath a fair exterior.  That accounted for the fascination.  When I think of it now it seems again as it did [[strikethrough]] when [[/strikethrough]] at the time and as I said to R. Ronalds:

"It is so strange, so queer, I feel as if I were in a dream and might wake any second".  He said Goodbye before leaving and - and well - he said nothing else.  But the little Chinamen whom I intend always to keep as a souvenir of that night, will. bring back many a thought, many a look.
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I am not romantic quite the reverse, I would not have you think that - I am inexperianced that is all.  I want to see Mo now.  The excitement of seeing R. Ronalds might be counteracted by Mo.  Besides I want him to say something.  I want to see into him [I do not mean at all in reference to his opinion of me, but simply himself].  I have a terrible desire to know what is under that cool exterior, if he were here now I would feel like shaking him until it came out.  Would there be a blazing fire or only the wood layed and ready to light?  I wonder.