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Early Autumn by Langston Hughes When Bill was very young, they had been in love. Many nights they had spent walking, talking together. Then something not very important had come between them, and they didn’t speak. Impulsively, she had married a man she thought she loved. Bill went away, bitter about women. Yesterday, walking across Washington Square “Bill Walker,” she said. He stopped. At first he did not recognize her, to him she looked so old. “Mary! Where did you come from?” Unconsciously, she lifted her face as though wanting a kiss, but he held out his hand. She took it. “I live in Ne