A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. "He thwarted my schemes twice. Whenever McClintock had guests, he loafed with them on the west veranda in the morning. ] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. 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. ’ You mean you hope you do, thought Gerald cynically.
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