I will endeavour. Spurling," said Jonathan, who overheard the whisper, "you owe your situation to me. ” The man made no attempt to recover the revolver. It was a haunted place. Mirages, over which he was constantly throwing bridges which were wasted efforts, since invariably they spanned solid ground. 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. Mr. ’ Mrs Sindlesham’s mouth dropped open. She never questioned the motives of the characters; she had neither the ability nor the conceit for that; but she could and often did correct his lapses in colour.
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