I remember him dimly as a tall dark man who used to lounge about alone in his garden and was always reading books . Sometimes he came into our garden and teased us children . He is said to be a cynic and to detest society . If this latter item be a fact I almost feel a grim pity for him . He may detest it , but he will be dragged into it . Rich bachelors are few and far between in Riverton , and the mammas will hunt him down . I feel like crying . If Sidney Elliot comes home I shall be debarred from Stillwater . I have roamed its demesnes for ten beautiful years , and I 'm sure I love them a hundredfold better than he does , or can . It is flagrantly unfair . Oh , I hate him ! * * * * * January Twentieth . No , I do n't . I believe I like him . Yet it 's almost unbelievable . I 've always thought men so detestable . I 'm tingling all over with the surprise and pleasure of a little unexpected adventure . For the first time I have something really worth writing in a diary ... and I 'm glad I have a diary to write it in . Blessings on Aunt Jemima ! May her shadow never grow less .
This evening I started out for a last long lingering ramble XXXXX my beloved Stillwater woods .
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