Once more breaking through the hedge he took to the fields. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. "Spring!—I never knew any. To-morrow I am going to Paris. Still, here we are in this dingy, foggy city. For Ruth was in love, tenderly and beautifully in love; but she did not know how to express it beyond the fetch and carry phase.
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