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. Would Gerald wish his friend to follow the man?
He had hardly registered the decision that he had best do so, albeit with some
reluctance, when his trained senses alerted him to an extraordinary circumstance. Nevertheless it was overwhelming. Someone ought to be with him until the doctor arrives. I can now give myself to
God utterly; no human emotion will ever be shuttling in between. It might have been the moon, or the
phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal
loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the
mouth. Tom swore he hadn't set
eyes on him since the trial. He found that the skiff had been dashed against one of the buttresses of
the bridge. "A bit up in the world again; eh?"
"Why did you bother with me?"
"Because no human being has the right to die. Well, I've had to be. Under the circumstances you must permit me to be the best judge of
the identity of the young lady who did me the honour, as an old family friend, of
dining with me. He's young
and sound.
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