It was a quiet, pleasant afternoon. The boarders were scattered
over the various parts of the hotel and its surroundings.
Twenty-four of them, forming two coach parties, had gone to see
some celebrated Catskill views, one to the Old Mountain House
and the other to East Windham. Some were in the village. Miss
Tevkin, wearing her immense straw hat, and with her opera-glass
in her hand, was looking at birds in the vicinity of the hotel.
Thus rambling about leisurely, she sauntered over to the main road
near the grove. A few minutes later she turned into the same path
where I had watched her disappear on the morning of the day
before. And once more I saw her vanish there
I went out for a walk in the opposite direction. Soon, however, I
turned back, strolling with studied aimiessness, toward that spot
What was my purpose? At first I did not know, but by little and
little, as I moved along, an idea took shape in my brain: If I met
her alone I might force her to listen to me and let her see the stuff
I was made of.
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