His name was Bartolomeo di Alberti. He sat up in his chair again, the colour came back to his cheeks. There was no keeping Sheila from the truth, and it was better that anyone who lived under her roof knew it. "I am quite easy now; receive my blessing, my dear son; and if we never meet again, rest assured my last prayer shall be for you. 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.
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