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. “I know that our social order is dreadful enough,” he said, “and sacrifices all that is best and most beautiful in life. "Old Van told me if he grew up he would be hanged. "What's your name?" he said, addressing the audacious lad, who was looking about him as coolly as if nothing material was going on. She held out both her hands. Then all the embarrassments of the matter flashed in upon her.
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