He had sold half a dozen short tales to thirdrate magazines; but this letter had been issued from a distinguished editorial room, of international reputation. They became aware of the waitress standing over them with book and pencil ready for their bill. In the first place there were not so many suitable advertisements as she had expected. “I heard nothing,” he declared, “and my ears are good. Distress, deep-rooted, and age old. That delightful sense of free, unembarrassed movement was gone.
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