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Sunday, September 14, 1890

Sunday, September 14, 1890

Down to see W. at 9:45 A.M. He sat eating his breakfast; Warren working about the room fixing bed, etc. Day quite showery—equinoctial. W. however in very good trim. Said, "Yes, I expect to get up to Tom's this afternoon: I have half-promised him." And then as to Bucke's warnings about taking cold, "I have thought myself that was my worst danger: I take all you say of that—echo it." I asked, "Did you wake up to cooler thoughts of Tolstoi?" He laughed and said, "I am unchanged about him: my impression lasts." And when I said, "The world still is capable of its giants," he said fervently, "Indeed it is. I am sure of it, if sure of anything." And to my expression, "Each spring all think must be the last, but the next surpasses it," he assented fervently.

Had been reading the Press.

Told W. where New Caledonia was and we talked of Sarrazin pleasantly for some time, W. urging me to write.

Later, Harned's children, who were at my house, said W. had come despite the rain, expecting to meet Clifford there.

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