"No, no, let him alone," interposed Wood. He opened it—just off-hand, and then when he saw what it was he hit at the table and sent his soup spoon flying and splashing on to the tablecloth. " Thames was about to follow, when he felt a gentle grasp upon his arm. 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. It was time to get up. Tight.
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