Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. 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. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. "A vow," she answered,—"a vow to my dead husband.
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