“MY DEAR MISS PELLISSIER,— “To-morrow the six months will be up. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. And she buried herself beneath the straw, which she tossed above her head with the wildest gestures. Mirrors. . Then for a time she forgot the Fadden affair altogether. 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. I want you to be my lover. ” “No, don’t say that. net Transcribers Note: Obvious typesetter errors from the original corrected in this etext. He was nearly wincing.
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