"Yes, my angel, to her—rest her soul! She extorted it from me, and bound me by a solemn oath to fulfil it. “No, he wouldn’t come here of all places—just now. ‘I’m a soldier, missie. . Even her memories of he who had frequented her life for the longest period of years were worn and fading. At Morningside Park I feel as though all my growing up was presently to stop, as though I was being shut in from the light of life, and, as they say in botany, etiolated.
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