I had n't thought about him before -- I had n't even caught his name in the general introduction . He was a tall , slight man , with a worn , sensitive face and iron-grey hair -- a quiet man who had n't laughed or talked . But he began to talk to me then , and I forgot all about the others . I never had listened to anybody in the least like him . He talked of books and music , of art and travel . He had been all over the world , and had seen everything everybody else had seen and everything they had n't too , I think . I seemed to be looking into an enchanted mirror where all my own dreams and ideals were reflected back to me , but made , oh , so much more beautiful ! On my way home after the Braddon people had left us somebody asked me how I liked Paul Moore ! The man I had been talking with was Paul Moore , the great novelist ! I was almost glad I had n't known it while he was talking to me -- I should have been too awed and reverential to have really enjoyed his conversation . As it was , I had contradicted him twice , and he had laughed and liked it . But his books will always have a new meaning to me henceforth , through the insight he himself has given me . It is such meetings as these that give life its sparkle for me . But much of its abiding sweetness comes from my friendship with Margaret Raleigh . You will be weary of my rhapsodies over her . But she is such a rare and wonderful woman ; much older then I am , but so young in heart and soul and freshness of feeling ! She is to me mother and sister and wise , clear-sighted friend . To her I go with all my perplexities and hopes and triumphs . She has sympathy and understanding for my every mood . I love life so much for giving me such a friendship !
This morning I wakened at dawn and stole away XXXXX the shore before anyone else was up .
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