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. Little by little the pool cleared, the whims vanished: so that both Ruth and the doctor, by the middle of the third week, began to accept Spurlock's actions as normal, whereas there was still a mote or two which declined to settle, still a kink in the gray matter that refused to straighten out. She has already given birth, thanks to your generosity. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Even Capes had been for her merely an excitant to passionate love—a mere idol at whose feet one could enjoy imaginative wallowings. He thought he heard a scraping sound as he turned the handle. “I’m not sure whether we don’t rather overdo all this higher education,” he said, with an effect of conveying profound meanings. But at the word “home” she turned again.
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