The pause lengthened, and he had the satisfaction of seeing despair melt the set mockery of Spurlock's mouth. 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. ’ ‘But you mind that I say I do not trust you.
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