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Gerald kicked the panelled wall in frustration. "I don't know how it is," he added in a low voice to Thames, as they were left alone, "but I've a strange foreboding of ill. He unhooked it from the front clasp. 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.
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