"What do you want fot that coat, friend?" asked Jack, as he came up. It had neither succumbed to her nor wrathfully overwhelmed her. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. ’ ‘Ah. When the carpenter a moment afterwards stretched out his hand, scarcely knowing whether he was alive or dead, he found himself alone. 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 it may matter very much indeed,” Anna declared.
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