All that I regret are the wasted years, and I am not sure that I regret them. “Never mind, old chap,” he declared. He flung Ruth aside, careless whether she fell or not. The galleries adjoining it were crowded with spectators,—so was the roof of a large tavern, then the only house standing at the end of the Edgeware Road,—so were the trees,—the walls of Hyde Park,—a neighbouring barn, a shed,—in short, every available position.
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