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. Now tell them why. ‘That’s just it. It was. Gerald took Madame’s hand and kissed the fingers with a little more warmth than punctilio demanded. ‘Nothing of the sort,’ argued Gerald.
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