She threw him his car keys. In fact he was thinking of other things. She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils, curiously stirred. One night she apparently fell asleep. I have no intention of allowing you to depart in a hurry. All the turnkeys were assembled. The venturous climber gazed for a moment at the assemblage beneath, to ascertain that he was not discovered; and, having satisfied himself in this particular, he stepped out more boldly. “I want my life to be beaten gold just in order to make it a fitting setting for yours. The aunt laughed. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. Those I don’t mind, though, the games. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play. “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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