“Very much as usual,” said Ramage. He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly. 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. “I can talk to you and you to me without a scrap of effort,” said Capes; “that’s the essence of it.
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