But that bridge was more remarkable than any the metropolis now possesses. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. “That,” he said, grimly, with his hand on the doorhandle, “must be your own affair, unless you choose to live at Morningside Park.
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