Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had thus solicited his attention. “Mrs. What our dear mother would say back home I dread to think. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. ” “I don’t see why I shouldn’t. What he intended to do with it is of little consequence now. It’s kind of the World War II thing. 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.
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