Away off in the fields the bluesmocked peasants bent still at their toil. 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. The area was sparsely populated. —'Why, hang every bailiff that sets a foot in your territories, and you're safe,' says I.
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