As the Wastrel played, Spurlock knew that the man saw the inevitable end—death by drink; saw the glory of the things he had thrown away, the past, once so full of promise. God must love me, for he has guided me here. I am not of the canaille, but a bourgeois. This was not the sort of confession which he had been expecting. Then she stood up and looked around the room.
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