” Lucy replied. “I dare not,” she answered. The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. At length the manager arrived; and together he and Ruth succeeded in getting some of the aromatic spirits of ammonia down the patient's throat. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill.
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