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Friday, March 27, 1891

Friday, March 27, 1891

7 P.M. Went to W.'s for proof. W. in his bed. "Napping?" "Oh no! I am here—more to rest than for any other reason. I rarely go really to sleep." And then, "It is no disturbance to me for you to come in, for us to have a talk. But there are visitors and visitors." I noted his remarks on margin of proof written in fine, easy hand—the best for months. "Though more comfortable," he complains, or explains, "I am weak, seem good for nothing: all the vitality pressed out of me."

Left him—went to Ferguson's. There got six pages more prose proofs.

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