He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. Lucy went hunting on a Thursday night. “You see, dear, one IS passionately anxious for something—what is it? One wants to be CLEAN. E.
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