Once before—but that had been different. 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 slipped it calmly into her pocket. Left alone, Jonathan lighted a lamp, and, opening the trap-door, descended the secret stairs. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint.
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