This smile warned the doctor not to underestimate the man. Gay, by his strokes of pleasantry, whether in his writings or conversation, never lost a friend. Of course, one doesn’t like to talk about things until there are things to talk about. That night a grave was dug in Willesden churchyard, next to that in which Mrs. Ruth, standing by, heard his true laughter for the first time. She seemed to assume that it must certainly be something she had said. "And, may I be cursed if I ever did anything in my whole life which gave me so much satisfaction. “Well,” he said, argumentatively, “it IS. But there was a face pressed to the glass. At last—I told a story.
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