A journey to nature . aidplatitudinously enough. But it cannot be halfso beautiful to you, who are familiar with Nature,as to niQ. I have been in a sort of Oriental swoonever since I came out/ Its a weather-breeder, according to UncleGabe, said Daphne, with her two hands at theback of her hair. It reminds me of a day I spent at Capri, andate raspberries and white iigs, and drank winethat smelled of violets. It is a magical isle; onecan never get it out of his memory. And this Indian summer reminds you of it,you say ? Why, yes. I met a beautiful woman there. And she died, didnt she ? No — shes
A journey to nature . aidplatitudinously enough. But it cannot be halfso beautiful to you, who are familiar with Nature,as to niQ. I have been in a sort of Oriental swoonever since I came out/ Its a weather-breeder, according to UncleGabe, said Daphne, with her two hands at theback of her hair. It reminds me of a day I spent at Capri, andate raspberries and white iigs, and drank winethat smelled of violets. It is a magical isle; onecan never get it out of his memory. And this Indian summer reminds you of it,you say ? Why, yes. I met a beautiful woman there. And she died, didnt she ? No — shes alive yet. I met her in myfancy. Oh. Gabe says theres a noreaster coming tofill up the ponds. I guess this is the last of thepleasant days. I hope not, I said. Only the last of theIndian summer. After all, the weather has verylittle to do Vvith ones feelings. And then there came a soft sigh from the marsh,with the floss of the cattails spinning in it, and itseemed to say to me, reproachfully, What a liaryou are. 266. w^imm
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