He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. He shook his head all the time. ’ ‘Are we to infer that he had a choice?’ enquired Gerald. But, as you perceive, I brought it away with me. You are afraid—that here in London—I shall not be a success. “For better or worse.
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