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July 19

For a walk with R⁠⸺ in the country, calling for tea at his Uncle’s house at ⸻. Played clock golf and made the acquaintance of Miss ⸻, a tall, statuesque lady, with golden hair, as graceful as an antelope and very comely, her two dear little feet clad in white shoes peeping out (as R⁠⸺ said) like two white mice one after the other as she moved across the lawn.

Coming home I said to R⁠⸺ histrionically, “Some golden-haired little boy will some day rest his head upon her bosom, beautiful in line and depth, all unconscious of his luck or of his part in a beautiful picture⁠—would that I were the father to make that group a fait accompli.” R⁠⸺, with meticulous accuracy, always refers to her as “that elegant virgin.”