It is not precisely Monticello, not as Jefferson remembers it. No, the Monticello in Jefferson's memory is ever imperfect, ever in process of improvement and renovation. He could never fully settle on the precise way he wanted it to go, so it was never truly finished
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She thinks, finally, to turn, and is greeted not only with the sight of a magnificent house rising behind her, but also that of a figure so familiar to her heart as to make it swell for a moment, in affection as much as recognition.
"Mr. Jefferson," she calls, and there is no mistaking the delight in the turn of her lips.
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"Mrs. Adams," he greets, with a courteous bow.
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"Truly, yours is a face I thought never to see again, and a hand I was certain might never clasp mine once more. I confess that I do not understand how this has come to pass, but it will elicit no argument on my part."
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He is silent, for a moment, contemplating her words. "I know not what being, or force, shapes this place," he says, "beyond that of my own mind. I - am given to the feeling that there is something beyond, but I may not go. Not yet."
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