“I ate breakfast in the kitchen by candle-light, and then drove the five
miles to the station through the most glorious October colouring. The
sun came up on the way, and the swamp maples and dogwood glowed crimson
and orange and the stone walls and cornfields sparkled with hoar frost;
the air was keen and clear and full of promise. I knew something was going to happen. ”
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