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” Ennison glanced at the other people in the box and smiled. She sat with him in the courtyard after serving him 20 spiced wine. Sheppard made an effort to speak, but her voice was choked by emotion. . A light was visible in the garret, feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and overcast. He touched it again, and this time it was not withdrawn. It was always jabbing him with white-hot barbs, waking or sleeping. 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. “Mr. ] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room.
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