. ’ His face changed, all the humour and tenderness leaving it in an instant. It was just upon the stroke of nine as he entered the Lodge, and Mr. 17 up-train. They should never come into contact with politics or economics—or any of those things. 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. “How do you know?” “Well, it isn’t exactly a depressing state, is it?” “YOU don’t know.
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