Jacques, Jacques!’ His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. I wanted the magic of love. I ate only enough to keep body and soul together. “I made two fruit pies and now I have no one to eat them. On their left the river, with its gloomy pile of buildings on the opposite side, and a huge revolving advertisement throwing its strange reflection upon the black water. Ruth sighed; Spurlock stood up and drew his hand across his forehead as if awakening from a dream. He was a young man of about two-and-twenty, who, without having anything remarkable either in dress or appearance, was yet a noticeable person, if only for the indescribable expression of cunning pervading his countenance. "Yes … but dreadfully tired.
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