"Let me go first," said Blueskin; "the dogs know me. “Oh. E. " "There is a great art in it, if you did," quoth he. But when she turned her thoughts to Morningside Park she perceived the tangled skein of life was now to be further complicated by his romantic importunity. He looked at her, hurt. Bit priggish, isn’t it? And if he only knew it—so absurd. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. She found it rather funny that he always wore the shirt fastidiously tucked in and never wore the ensemble without a stiff brown leather belt.
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