“I shall probably want you to come down to the ‘Unusual’ to-morrow morning,” he said. Lost ground must be regained. Not only that, but he is here in London. "Till then, I shall remain content," returned Wild. He parried without apparent effort. 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. During the foregoing occurrences a dead calm prevailed. He returned her to her door at a decent hour, well before 10:00. Lucy was silent. Since morning he had become fanatical; the atoms of common sense no longer functioned in the accustomed groove. Through this confusion the carpenter struggled on;—now ascending, now descending the different mountains of rubbish that beset his path, at the imminent peril of his life and limbs, until he arrived in Fleet Street.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjE5MS4yMjMuMjAxIC0gMjQtMDgtMjAyNCAwMTo1Nzo1OCAtIDE1OTE3NDQyMjk=
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 20-08-2024 11:10:00
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10
Origin resources: Resource Map: 1 - Resource Map: 2 - Resource Map: 3 - Resource Map: 4 - Resource Map: 5 - Resource Map: 6 - Resource Map: 7 - Resource Map: 8 - Resource Map: 9