“Don’t be a hypocrite. You are afraid—that here in London—I shall not be a success. Ray did not pace, he just stood. "Why, so it is," she said, in mock astonishment. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. Stanley had never thought out. Not even for Ruth could he do such a beastly thing. —D'ye hear?" Still the widow remained silent. The doors of several of the wards were thrown open for these parties, and as Jack passed, he could not help glancing at the wretched inmates.
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