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. All four people moved a little nervously into the drawing-room, maintaining a sort of fluttered amiability of sound and movement. ‘She? Sa femme? That is the game then? That she could dare to take my place, that salope.
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