She glanced into his face. " The Wastrel laughed. 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. They seem to spend their time yawning and inspecting their neighbour’s dresses through those hateful glasses. ” “Your ideas of fairness—” he remarked, and discontinued that sentence. It is my business to know most people. His conscience, however, was entirely another affair. Through her door curtain she could see the light from the study lamp.
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