A JOURNEY TO NATURE 



&quot; You ll find the air here much sharper than in 

 the city,&quot; she said to the young man, and then 

 actually tucked him in before my very eyes. I 

 walked away. As she came toward me, I said 

 between my teeth : &quot; What did you do that for ? 

 He would have had the pneumonia in another 

 half hour.&quot; 



&quot; How mean you can pretend to be,&quot; she said, 

 &quot; and there isn t the smallest excuse for it, as you 

 ought to know.&quot; 



&quot; Isn t there ? &quot; I gasped. 



But she had given herself that fringed-gentian 

 twist, that I have already tried to describe, and 

 was gone. She seemed to disappear through the 

 kitchen door as if pursued by her own indiscretion. 



Sometimes it seemed to me that Griselle blew 

 through one like those winds, and set all the 

 fancies scurrying. &quot;No excuse for being mean,&quot; 

 I repeated. But being Shaksperian that morning 

 at the rate of thirty miles an hour, I must reason 

 like Benedick, &quot; That is to say, you are jealous, 

 and need not be.&quot; 



&quot;My dear fellow,&quot; I said to the guest, &quot;if I 

 were you I wouldn t expose myself to this wind 

 unless you are exercising.&quot; 



&quot; Oh, I like it,&quot; he remarked. &quot; Don t let me 

 detain you if you are chilly This isn t a circum 

 stance to the North Seas, and I ve often sat on 

 deck there when it was blowing what the sailors 

 call great guns. It presents the happy illusion 

 of something going on.&quot; 



&quot; I cannot imagine why the Doctor should 



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