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own time make for itself a path to praise and renown.
This evening Miss Lynch was going to have a large
party, where I was to be introduced to people,
and people were to be introduced to me, and I drove
therefore to the house to act the parrot in a large
crowd till toward midnight. These introductions are
very wearisome; a hundred times I must reply to the
same questions, and these for the most part of an
unmeaning, trivial character, just as people would
put to a parrot, whose answers are known beforehand;
for example: Had you a good passage from England? How
do you like New York? How do you like America? How
long have you been here? How long do you expect to
remain? Where are you going from here? and such like.
Such fêtes as these are one’s ruin! And, in the
meantime, I am taken up with visits, letters,
notes, invitations, and autographs, so that I have
no time for myself. This morning I had a charming
visit from a little lady doctor, that is to say,
a lady who practices the healing art, a Miss Hunt,
"female physician," as she calls herself, from Boston,
who invited me to her home, insisted that I must come,
would not let me escape until I had promised, and was
all the time so full of animation and so irresistibly
merry that we, she and I and the whole
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