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And yet—such is the buoyancy of youth—within a fortnight he began his first novel, pretending to himself that it was on Ruth's account. While this was going on, Blueskin, seeing no notice whatever taken of him, coughed loudly and repeatedly. The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent.
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