“Here at home one day in June 1861, gone the next, taken, virtually overnight, by sudden illness. (…) Gray spent countless fruitful hours within writing the book that would bring him a kind of immortality. During the last big push to complete the work, Carter often visited on Saturdays. He stood on that doorstep, rang the bell and greeted Mrs. Gray, I’d imagine, then joined Henry in his office, where they passed the afternoon working”1.
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