Listen, Jack. The stipendiary would have done it all very differently. ‘You will not guess again?’ ‘No, no, I am quite out of ideas. It was a tale of battle, murder, and sudden death on the New York waterfront. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. ‘But I have told you. 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.
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