“Have you anything to ask the witness?” asked the helpful inspector. And, turning to his daughter, he gave the
necessary directions in a low tone. 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. Her time and
effort was justly rewarded, because the hard cold facts she
knew about neighborhood intrigues were better than
fictional soap operas. "The deuce he has! Why, it's only a few hours since I beheld him chained down
with half a hundred weight of iron, in the strongest ward at Newgate. It was Ennison who for the
rest of his visit was quiet and subdued. "Do you see any likeness?"
"Don't I," returned Jack, bitterly.
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