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He pushed the cigars toward me, and the talk of these mattersran along and blended into others more or less personal. He talked as if he was pretty familiar with that piece of literary work, and nobody would suppose that he never had read it. Ah! but that is because we have drifted that way and exercised thequality of compassion. He was not to belearned in a day, or a week, or a month; some of those who knew himlongest did not learn him at all.

Clemens did not wish to hurry in thesummer heat, and we remained another day quietly sight-seeing, anddriving around and around Commonwealth Avenue in a victoria in the coolof the evening. To Twichell Clemens wrote of it: Ah, well, Susy died at home. He wears his worn morocco slippers with black hose; sits in the rocker, smoking and looking out A gooddeal of the work done at this period did not find its way into print.