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. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom. " "O Jack, dear, dear Jack!" cried Mrs.
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