He had sold half a dozen short tales to thirdrate magazines; but this letter had been issued from a distinguished editorial room, of international reputation. CHAPTER III. Once or twice she commented upon it, but she knew that it was resultant of his fear of her impending departure. Hope reared. The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. Ruth was at that stage where the absorption of facts is great, but where the mental digestion is not quite equal to the task. "Never—never!" The words were scarcely pronounced, when the door was violently thrown open, and two men appeared at it. Two or three podgy-looking old men with wives to match, half-a-dozen overdressed girls, and a couple of underdressed American ones, who still wore the clothes in which they had been tramping half over London since breakfast time. He talked very little and rather absently.
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