Come and see him, Lucia. She tiptoed to the stand and gathered up the manuscripts which she carried to a chair by the window. Ennison listened, and his eyes glowed. " "A novelist?" cried Ruth, thrilling. \" Obediently, Lucia rose from her seated position on the bed and approached the baby and the mother in wonderment. Luckily, she was bereft of consciousness, and was thus spared the additional misery of witnessing what afterwards befell him. She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright. " "Have you told him so?" she inquired, reproachfully. ‘Odd sort of a nun. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. Old Bedlam 291 IX. “Flesh and flowers are all alike to me.
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