And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius through the mud. He'd have enough to do to protect himself, without attending to you. Only in her eyes there seemed to be some apprehension of the fact that the young man’s clothes and manners were alike undesirable things. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. " "Generous girl!" cried Jack from behind the skreen.
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