Most of us are eitherdreaming of the past or anticipating the future--forever beating thedirge of yesterday or the tattoo of to-morrow. Clemens away from home in the winter season. every evening toward six o'clock, to look at the cows--which she adores--no weaker word can express her feeling for them. He gave them his card, on which the address was Allahabad,and Susy preserved it on that account, because to her India was afairyland, made up of magic, airy architecture, and dark mysteries.
We left the Plaza Hotel and presently were amid the throng of outpouringcongregations. left the ferry-cabin tolean over and watch the magic spectacle, the like of which is not to befound elsewhere on the earth. I could notrealize at all that Jean, so full of plans and industries and action lessthan a day before, had passed into that voiceless mystery which we calldeath. Broughton to close up the matter as best he could andhimself undertook the harder task of breaking the news to Mark Twain.
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