‘He lacked moral fibre, did Nicholas. Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold. The burden of decision had been transferred. It was among artistic people. It's all very well to read him a lesson, and teach him obedience; but you've gone far enough for that. But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall. I've always been more or less music-mad.
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