“That,” he said, grimly, with his hand on the doorhandle, “must be your own affair, unless you choose to live at Morningside Park. Come home alone. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. I might as well try to build a ladder to heaven. He needed to laugh, but only she laughed as he chuckled weakly. You did not say a word about it last week, nor have you written.
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