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Tonight, I will be reading a short story by Edith Wharton, his father's son.

So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story.

1.

After his wife's death, Mason grew took the momentous step of selling out his business

and moving from Wingfield, Connecticut to Brooklyn.

For years he had secretly nursed the hope of such a change,

but had never dared to suggest it to Mrs. Gru, a woman of immutable habits.

Mr. Gru himself was attached to Wingfield, where he had grown up, prospered,

and become what the local press described as prominent.

He was attached to his brick house with sandstone trimmings and a cast iron area railing neatly sounded to match, to the similar row of houses across the street, with trolley wires forming

a kind of aerial pathway between and to the vista closed by the sandstone

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