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 replied softly. She was flushed, and her eyes were
bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in
wandering strands of black. It was partly to pay a grudge he had against
father. He stood a little anxious and fussy, bothered by the
responsibility of her, entirely careless of what her life was or was likely to be,
ignoring her thoughts and feelings, ignorant of every fact of importance in her
life, explaining everything he could not understand in her as nonsense and
perversity, concerned only with a terror of bothers and undesirable situations. Despite him, it was the beauty that she had inherited
from her mother they had used to gain the betrothal, and
it had not been easy. Wood and
Thames pass him, and followed at a foot's pace behind them.
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