Ralph Stock

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Ralph Stock,  Incidentally Agnes (1925)

“ It was an ugly thought, a poisoned dart out of the jungle of Strode's mind, biting deep. He could not extract it. Agnes was still regarding him with her curiously penetrating gaze, and slowly consuming chocolates.
"You think too much," she said judicially. "It don't do. You get stale for ever thinking round the same thing. It comes in time so that you don't see nothing else, and you miss things."
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Ralph Stock,  Incidentally Agnes (1925)

“ Out of the murk that shrouded Trafalgar Square a drab procession emerged, an apparently endless column of down-and-out humanity shambling through the rain. The traffic was diverted for them. Mounted police herded them like bedraggled sheep. Every care was taken to keep them moving, always moving eastward to the slums that had disgorged them for a few hours' futile publicity on the plinth of Nelson's column.
"Poor devils!" muttered someone behind Strode.
"Poor nothing!" retorted someone else. "Fakes to a man! If you offered 'em work they wouldn't take it.
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Ralph Stock,  Incidentally Agnes (1925)

“ Out of the murk there presently emerged a yellow glow that resolved itself into the light of Rotherham Road, and these were dwarfed to insignificance by the Paragon Picture Palace, a blaze of illuminated posters representing a picturesque-looking person, with a long upper lip, in the act of strangling someone over a waterfall.
"That's Fred Armitage," said Agnes, pausing under the portico.
"Fred Armitage in his latest super-production of passion and peril!" obligingly boomed the "shouter" in a voice of brass.
"I once tried for that job," said Strode.
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