I fought ten lions at once. 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. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love. "What?… Oh!… Well, good Lord!" He wrenched loose his head and stood up, sending the chair clattering to the floor. And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them? Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on. Coming from the gloom of the passage, even the corridors seemed sufficiently illuminated for them to see their way. ‘See that writing table? Go and look in the drawer there.
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