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of packing still to be done. So quite alone, which is extraordinary for me, I took the Madison Avenue Cars down to Washington Square. Esther was glad to see me. Far more than glad she was, just as I myself was and we fixed ourselves comfortable on the sofa in her room, for a nice long stay. I don't say talk because sometimes we hardly speak at all. Esther puts her arm about my waist and I put my head on her shoulder and we are happy. But Tuesday morning we were more talkative than usual. We remembered all the time, though we tried to forget, that it would be six weeks before we saw each other again. Esther insisted upon my staying
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to lunch and at last I consented, then after she came with me in the omnibus. When we got to the house she came in really to say Goodbye. It was twenty minutes past three when she left. I had made an engagement to walk with Mr Sands at three thirty. 

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That was a good excuse for he spoke about taking a trip South for a few weeks + at times lately that he did abroad in the Spring. 
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