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The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. She traced him by his scent. ‘You don’t favour her, bar the black hair. He whispered in her ear. I could not love you else. It took Marina in three days. No; I’m going to stick to the rules. She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. ” He left the room, and she stood motionless, with flaming cheeks, listening to his retreating footsteps. He drew a little breath of relief. 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. She became aware of the modelling of his ear, of the muscles of his neck and the textures of the hair that came off his brow, the soft minute curve of eyelid that she could just see beyond his brow; she perceived all these familiar objects as though they were acutely beautiful things.
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