Wait!" He released himself from his aunt's embrace, ran to the trunk and fetched the old coat. She thought study would be better. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius through the mud. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. It was not for a week or a month.
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