"My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. If Emile can see him, then so also can I. "Manuscripts! Why, this chap is a writer, or is trying to be. Give up your lonely hours of work here. His interest was divided: while his ears drank in the sounds, his glance constantly roved from Ruth to the performer and back to Ruth.
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