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been disturbed and harassed as I had been, I declare I might have made some showing. I might not have had to return to Rochester the following winter for the great calamity which was to come. The covering up had been carried to a suspicious extreme. If it had not been for Georgia Benjamin, the morning train west would have pulled and without one aboard. Even so, getting in order the wire as we did, the taxi had to be summoned from the station about two miles distant, where it already was stationed awaiting the incoming train. With screaming brakes it pulled up at the entrance of St Mary's. We were shoved in, Georgia, another lady and I and off we dashed around corners on two wheels at breakneck speed. Georgia went all the way and saw one off on the train. While she breathlessly rushed off to leave my baggage checked, my radio forgotten on her arm, I was handed aboard the steaming train now impatiently chomping at the bit to be away. The conductor was waiting for the return of my ticket from the baggage now. Again I was assailed with doubts bout my return to Boulder, but it was too late for other arrangements. Under no circumstances would I have returned to St Mary's. I could endure no more of the fine fablery and that was the running away from it all, and the farther I got the better. The irony of it all. After all our elaborate preparations and exchange of wires that I got home safely, when the train got into Denver there was no Van. He was off to Sterling
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been disturbed and harassed as I had been, I declare I might have made some showing. I might not have had to return to Rochester the following winter for the great calamity which was to come. The covering up had been carried to a suspicious extreme. If it had not been for Georgia Benjamin, the morning train west would have pulled and without one aboard. Even so, getting in order the wire as we did, the taxi had to be summoned from the station about two miles distant, where it already was stationed awaiting the incoming train. With screaming brakes it pulled up at the entrance of St Mary's. We were shoved in, Georgia, another lady and I and off we dashed around corners on two wheels at breakneck speed. Georgia went all the way and saw one off on the train. While she breathlessly rushed off to leave my baggage checked, my radio forgotten on her arm, I was handed aboard the steaming train now impatiently chomping at the bit to be away. The conductor was waiting for the return of my ticket from the baggage now. Again I was assailed with doubts bout my return to Boulder, but it was too late for other arrangements. Under no circumstances would I have returned to St Mary's. I could endure no more of the fine fablery and that was the running away from it all, and the farther I got the better. The irony of it all. After all our elaborate preparations and exchange of wires that I got home safely, when the train got into Denver there was no Van. He was off to Sterling
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