I'll lay my life he's gone. He was so depressed and disheartened that he did not then believe he would ever write again. And, with a glance of malignant exultation, he quitted the vault, and locked the door. At this gate two paths meet. The moment he was out in the hall, Ruth sat up hugging and rocking her body in delight. “GOOD CATCH, ALBERT!” A husky girl had bayed as she witnessed the puck’s abrupt flight. They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. But not today.
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