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Text for Page 118 [06-12-1851]

              Forrest generally came down about 10�, so I was strolling on, looking about;
when a stoutly-built man issued out of the house, about some employ. Pre-
sently he came again.  �Do you come from Mr Genin?�   I reply, & inquire
�when Mr Forrest will arrive?�   �I�m Mr Forerst!� says he.
     Then I look at him more attentively, and procuring the castle-key, we
walk there together.     A determined looking ^|burly| man, has a good high-forehead,
and a curt, abrupt authoritative way with him: � I�d say he�d be likely
to be rendered tyrannical by opposition.  He had on a straw hat, light jacket
and pants:  it was he who had sat behind me in the car; [words crossed out]
[words crossed out]?            Entering the castle, we passed into
the library; an ^|oct| apartment, looking towards the Hudson. 
Turning
over a few books, of which there is good store he tells me the key of the place
is at my service when I will.  I intimate coming on Saturday, and we quit the
building.   �You are about to return to Yonkers then�, says he. �Will you
take some refreshment � glass of brandy and water, or a glass of wine?�  I at first
decline, but on his repeating the later offer; moved, as much by desire of seeing more
of the man  as by the offer; accompany him to the house.     There, a couple 
of glasses of sherry, and a dish of strawberries and cream.     And what
cream! [word crossed out] such thick nectarian richness [words crossed out] Strawberries
fresh gathered, and white, crushed, lump sugar!     And all this, after that
perspiring walk from Yonkers.     I [words crossed out] told him that were
cholera the result it was the pleasantest death contrivable.   Then with trunk
[words crossed out]  to the road again.    A bathe in the Hudson, fronting tall
rock and copse, screening the rail-track.   Sparkling water, and blue ether,
here and there an island fleece of cloud.         Walked back to Yonkers, doze in
chair by the depot, and return to New York by 2. Call at Mr Hart�s; then
dined at Sherwoods; then to Robinson Street            A letter from Alf Waud.
Answered it, writing all the rest of the evening.       So Brown thinks               
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