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and even then I feel he cannot understand me.
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March 22 Up early 6:30 AM. Coffee served in my room after dressing Wrote letters. to Quincke, Hooker Bakelite Ger., Celine, [[strikethrough]] mother [[/strikethrough]] etc. etc. until I got writers cramp. then took carriage to [[underline]] Paul Fredericq. [[/underline]] He was not in, then to [[underline]] Frederic Swarts [[/underline]] not in too but his wife and daughter was. [[underline]] Wife seems to have become more aggressive [[/underline]] [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] [[underline]] and remained just as stupid as before. Daughter is quite a young lady rather cocksure like her parents. [[/underline]] Brought them each an ^[[Bakelite handle]] umbella. [[strikethrough]] but [[/strikethrough]] Driving back to hotel met my first professor of Chemistry Dr [[underline]] Jules Morel [[/underline]] now a man in the seventies. I got out of 
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the carriage and he immediately started speaking good english to me. Seemed happy to meet me as much as I was to see him again After lunch he came to the hotel and we spent all afternoon chatting together in english Well posted man. [[underline]] Better posted on general subjects and specially on national characteristics than almost all men [[/underline]] I have met in Europe. to be well posted on matters american altho' he never was in america. Shame to say this erudite, intelligent and active man is little or not known in his country and still less in his own