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I went - only Mr & Mrs H. Mr S. and myself were there.  Mr S. walked with me afterwards.  We up Fifth Avenue by the Park I send my maid away when we got up to 60th Street, and we walked on leasurely discussing the new houses as we came to them and the people who lived in them.  It was far more than ordinarily nice.  We went and saw the pictures in the museum.  That was the happiest thing I have ever done.  As we looked over the same catalogue together as we stood near together, nearer perhaps then was
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positively necessary, and talked about the warm or cold color in some landscape, I was very happy and some times a thrill passed through me.  How Mr Sand's felt I cannot tell for sure.  I know that his eyes had a strange look in them and that at times he was quite peculiar.  Once we sat down to look at some picture together & while I fumbled through two or three catalogues to find it, he sat as if dazed.  Oh!  Can it be - no, no I dare not think so.  Why did I ever write these things?  I cannot say.  But no matter, no one will ever see these pages.