As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. Her hair touched water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness. Blueskin answered by dashing his head violently against the flagged floor. But I'm not worrying about that. 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. "I'll make a sketch, too," he said.
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