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. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. Good words, without deeds, are rushes and reeds. Ah! how I wish, poor dear Sir Cecil were alive! he'd keep him in order.
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