It was an overcast day, albeit not foggy, and the electric light shades glowed warmly, and an Italian waiter with insufficient English took Ramage’s orders, and waited with an appearance of affection. He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly. He handed Ruth a letter. He bowed over her hand, venturing to drop a kiss on it’s leathery surface. He is in the care of those who will not leave the task assigned to them—the utter perversion of his principles—half-finished. “Oh, I am lonely,” she moaned. It would be an ice storm by midnight if it did not let up. Marvel, who had been a little discomposed by the treatment he had experienced on Holborn Hill, very composedly filled and lighted his pipe.
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