Chapter XI THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. ” “Then why are you sorry that I am going to the ‘Unusual’? I do not understand. Confidence in himself would strengthen him. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. All other things were without weight or consequence before the fact that this poor young man would have to depend upon her for his life. He had let go his name so easily as that! What was the name she had given? Ruth something; he could not remember. Your attitude to me—” He fell into a brown study.
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