"Patience Kite has lured him to Enfield on a false scent after Blueskin. Wood, I forget nothing. She ran her gaze over him, and allowed her eyelashes to flutter down. This fall saved him, for the horsemen passed over him. He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. 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. And she buried herself beneath the straw, which she tossed above her head with the wildest gestures.
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