Father-worshipping sons are abnormal— and they’re no good. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. "There's no outlet that way. Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold. Last time I left home I felt as hard as nails. One day her mother swept into the bedroom of the family townhouse, sweeping across the floor with a bundle in her arms. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat.
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