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those high-posted affairs. The room faces St. James Park where each morning the King's gaurd is changed and bands and soldiers march by. 
Mr. Ford and I shall be alone for [[crossed-out]] at [[/crossed-out]] a week when I leave for Paris. 
They thought the painting of Jack Spaulding was fine. Mr. & Mrs. F beg that I do not go back to the States for they feel that there is a great opening here for young painters. Mr. F in talking to me alone pointed out the fact that his acquaintance among

influential people [[crossed-out]] was [[/crossed-out]] is large and that it is mine if I will exhibit here and next year settle. He is a friend of Carnegie Bliss the manager of the oil combine, and many others. 
He says I must go to Madrid for he and Mrs. Ford are set on my becoming a London Veleasque. He is a most generous man, and their enthusiasm and wishes for my wellfare are [[strikeout]] surprising in their earnestness. Mr. F said, now forming your exhibit this year if possible and unaided in the Academy and New Gallery