’ ‘Tchah!’ He glared at her. All the money he earned—serving McClintock and the muse—could be laid away. No one will ever love you as I love you now. McClintock, striking a match to relight his cigar, broke the spell. "Dawn Pearl!… come here!" She moved to the side of the bed. 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.
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