"Well, Jack," said the prize-fighter, in a rough, but friendly voice, and with a cutand-thrust abrupt manner peculiar to himself; "how are you, lad, eh? Sorry to see you here. ‘Now what?’ The girl’s voice was shaking, and there were, he saw now, angry tears in her eyes. ” She could practically hear the self-deprecating thoughts racing across his mind, the failed hours of rehearsed lines. The moment he was out in the hall, Ruth sat up hugging and rocking her body in delight.
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