And he
went away.
So I sat on my Bench and looked at the sea and dreamed. It
seemed to me that Centuries must have passed since I was a
light-hearted girl, running up and down that beech, paddling,
and so forth, with no thought of the future farther away than my
next meal.
Once I lived to eat. Now I merely ate to live, and hardly
that. The fires of Genius must be fed, but no more.
Sitting there, I suddenly made a discovery. The boat house
was near me, and I realize that upstairs, above the Bath-houses,
et cetera, there must be a room or two. The very thought
intriged me (a new word for interest, but coming into use, and
sounding well).
Solatude--how I craved it for my work. And here it was, or
would be when I had got the Place fixed up. True, the next door
boat-house was close, but a boat-house is a quiet place,
generaly, and I knew that nowhere, aside from the dessert, is
there perfect Silence.
I investagated at once, but found the place locked and the
boatman gone. However, there was a latice, and I climbed up that
and got in. I had a Fright there, as it seemed to be full of
people, but I soon saw it was only the Familey bathing suits
hung up to dry.
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