It could not be a legal marriage. If there is, it’s a mere wrapping—there’s better underneath. Occasionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the sea. Perhaps the boys had already faced off and he had missed it, he thought sourly. 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. ‘You are wise, Marthe.
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