" "Wood!" exclaimed Trenchard,—"of Wych Street?" "The same. But I know a little place where we’ll get a little quiet talk. Mrs Sindlesham raised her brows. This isn’t the place. The command was sullenly obeyed, for the fellow did not appear to relish the rating. 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. One only. And, when I have seen him pining away before my eyes, getting thinner and thinner every day, I have sometimes thought my prayers were heard.
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