She felt sleepy and unusually irritable. "
"How does Jack bear it?" inquired Mrs. He felt like a boy again, the taste for adventures was keen upon his palate, the
whole undiscovered world of rhythmical things, of love and poetry and passion
seemed again to him a real and actual place, and he himself an adventurer upon
the threshold. 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. ’
‘You should be happy that you are not dead,’ she retorted, but with a
diminution of the venom and fright in her voice. It took
my breath away. “I
believe that he would bore me. "
"And a famoush goot shignal it ish," laughed Abraham.
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