Care for a hundred up?” Ennison shook his head. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. The girl’s gaze met his in interested inquiry. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. Two women entered and sat down at the adjoining table.
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