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I feel like a fraudulent trustee. Annabel thought, and thought again. Seldom they molested a woman who appeared to know where she was going and who kept her glance resolutely to the fore. 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. It wouldn’t be you. The little girl uttered no remonstrance; but, replacing the flowers in the basket, burst into tears, and withdrew. ‘Beg your pardon, ma’am, but she’s enough to try the patience of a saint. He saw the tragedy on the boy's face; but he was merciless. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. ‘It does not matter, Jacques.
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