How did you get your luggage out of the house? Wasn’t it—wasn’t it rather in some respects—rather a lark? It’s one of my regrets for my lost youth. “I’m d——d if I understand this,” he said thoughtfully. Still, here we are in this dingy, foggy city. ‘Thought you were going to break in here,’ he said, in an impatient whisper. He wiped the sweat from his chin and forehead. Offer to return it to each in private. And in reality even that magic garden-close resolves itself into a villa at Morningside Park and my father being more and more cross and overbearing at meals—and a general feeling of insecurity and futility.
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