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" "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. 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. Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies. "They're the heaviest set we have,—and were forged expressly for Captain Sheppard. Wood's astonishment and displeasure momentarily increased. Manning might go on now idealizing her as much as he liked. She was nestled under his bedspread. "I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. The other lay unconscious in a heap. Wood dandled his little charge to and fro, after the most approved nursery fashion, essaying at the same time the soothing influence of an infantine melody proper to the occasion; but, failing in his design, he soon lost all patience, and being, as we have before hinted, rather irritable, though extremely well-meaning, he lifted the unhappy bantling in the air, and shook him with so much good will, that he had well-nigh silenced him most effectually. " "Why not?" rejoined Mrs. Teddy overtook her, a little out of breath, his innocent face flushed, his straw-colored hair disordered. And neither had any of that theatricality which demands gestures and facial expression.

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