He drove her to the Beck house, pulling up behind Cathy's red Nissan. 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. On the same peg and evidently belonging to it was a black velvet Zouave jacket. Gerald raised his cockaded hat, and smiled. She listened, listened intently for several minutes. Jack in all probability, would have escaped, if Langley, who was left in the Lodge, had not been alarmed at the noise and rushed thither.
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