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I expected to do in Paris (fabricated, because I didn't know) and the address of American Express where should [[strikethrough]] write me [[/strikethrough]]  send her weekly letter. She was overwhelmed with [[strikethrough]] pleasure [[/strikethrough]] excitement, and over the miles I could feel her warm affectionate cheek against mine.

The other reason I remember the coat was that it was such a smashing success. Friends recalled it for many years--"That wonderful coat you had." A young poet who lived briefly in Patchin Place (Charles Norman) recognized me in Paris by the coat, and came from his table at the Deux Magots to [[strikethrough]] talk to [[/strikethrough]] join me. [[strikethrough]] In fact [[/strikethrough]] He said, "I recognized the coat." And Helen Dreiser in her book about Dreiser mentioned my having it on when I went to a party at Dreiser's cabin before he sailed for Cherbourg on his way to Moscow.

After this, any description of the coat would be anticlimactic. Enough to say that it was a beige wool [[strikethrough]] with a [[/strikethrough]] and the tuxedo collar which reach[[strikethrough]]ing[[/strikethrough]]ed to the hem [[strikethrough]] of [[/strikethrough]] was made a sleek beige fur spotted with white (I shudder to think that it might have been unborn pony or kid. Anyway, with the beige or gray cloches, [[strikethrough]] it must have been sleek. With [[/strikethrough]] and the beige [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] or gray knits, [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] even the brass-colored velveteen and the beige crepe de chine, I was monochromatic. I packed in one big suitcase. Beside the velveteen dress, I bought nothing new but luggage-leather ghillies for walking. [[strikethrough]] and two new Boyish Forms. [[/strikethrough]] 

Geoff's spirits rose as I prepared to leave. After seeing Bo once to say goodbye, and keeping my daily meetings with Geoff fond but unamorous, I was able until the day of sailing to feel somehow in charge of my life. Too bad, perhaps, that I did not stay and become a patient of Dr. Brill's; it