A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on
her cheeks. “You come into
these sordid surroundings—you mustn’t mind my calling them sordid—and it
makes them seem as though they didn’t matter. “Ohmigod, Katy, you fucking killed her!” A trio of
girls sniggered. Ruth was at that stage where the absorption of facts is great, but where the
mental digestion is not quite equal to the task. 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. E. Roddy muffed two. The hard work will be his,
until we yank this young fellow back from the brink.
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