That first summer we were quite isolated and undisturbed, as no publicity had attended my buying and living at Jacob’s Pillow up to that time (I, naïfly, thinking it would always be used as a “retreat”).

A horse froths his chain.

On the west side of the hall, on South Street, is a gentlemen's room twenty-seven by thirty-four feet, and a baggage-room thirty-four by forty-six feet, together with an apartment for gentlemen's water-closets, a hackmen's room, and a newspaper stand.

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