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1895 Oct 13 Got up very late and went to Boston in the rain to call on Mrs. Dannenhower with Miss Kendall. "Widow of Captain Dannenhower of Arctic explorations". Sounds interesting. But what a disappointment. Ordinary in every respect with the common American craving to know everything that should be known and see everything that should be seen. I got away as soon as I could. Called on Mrs. Osgood next. What refinement. Much cultivation and great sincerity and beauty of character. An indescribable sadness under her conversation that adds to her natural charm and dignity of bearing. I hope of childhood not having been at all my happiest period and she said it was certainly not one of hers. Mrs Corse to lunch. A breeze of originality after the others. She met me at the door in old clothes & [[end page]] [[start page]] duster in hand, handsomer than ever if that is possible. Not over pleased to see me I'm afraid for she said she hadn't a thing for lunch, just returned from Gerrish Island and the house up in arms. But I pled to stay and we had the jolliest lunch. Stories of Gerrish Island. A woman at the hotel there, so waspish in her ostracism of all people and things that her smile had grown into a crooked sneer, and it had (said Mrs. C.) "a most curious effect on me! I grew so warm hearted and affectionate to everyone. My burst of benevolence grew and grew until it lifted me half way up on one side [[strikethrough]] when I walked [[/strikethrough]] of my head when I walked. Such goodness you never saw, and all but of cussedness! The people were perfectly devoted, bosom friends and you know its not a bit like me. Just cussedness I tell you. Everyone came out with his codac and I'm sure there were a dozen pictures given me of myself! And the day I went away you should
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