Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. A new restlessness seemed to have stolen in upon her. “I thought I was just up against Morningside Park and father, but it’s the whole order of things—the whole blessed order of things.
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