Don Horacio 



infinite horizons. It breaks my heart 

 to think that the day will come when 

 our happy feet cannot wander together 

 thither, that one of us will tread the 

 sands alone, and then a little later no 

 footfall of either will leave its print 

 by the foamy edge of our sea. 



" But God grant that where the 

 waters of Paradise ebb and flow in 

 the sunshine of Eternal Peace, there 

 together we may wander with hearts 

 still warmer, thoughts still loftier, 

 souls more transparent. Amen." 



" Dear Friend, Men are such 

 mute undemonstrative creatures that 

 I do not know if I ever said in words 

 how greatly I value our friendship. 

 If I have not, no matter, you have 

 felt my meaning. . . . Ever yours 



" Clarence." 



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