“Alone, dear?” “Yes, aunt. 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. She meditated profoundly through several enormous cold hours on all that had happened and all that she had done since the swirl of the suffrage movement had submerged her personal affairs. " "What did I forget?" "The breathless days and the faded, pitiless sky. After all, Hilary must be near returned by now. " "There is a great art in it, if you did," quoth he. The open windows were above them now and, unless the intruder were to lean out, they could not possibly be seen.
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