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. She shot a sudden glance at him. The room was dark and dusty. And there arose too, a background of shouts. Though meant to produce a totally different effect, the narrative seemed to excite the risible propensities rather than the commiseration of his auditor; and when Mr. He delayed the blow till the fortunate conjuncture was past. ‘This is not a place for a man.
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