He then made a sort of running noose, passed it over her body, and
taking firmly hold of the bars, prepared to guide her descent. Her grave fine face, her warm clear complexion,
had already aroused his curiosity as he had gone to and fro in Morningside Park,
and here suddenly he was near to her and talking freely and intimately. “In private. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few
pages, what little information she had gathered on him
through the years. Then, quite insensibly, her queenliness had declined. How she had coveted her mother’s beauty and
sought to emulate it, if only to please her.
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