" "It won't. You shall know the truth. Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears. “I shouldn’t have waited,” she said. Mrs. 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. Gerald lost his head. To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death.
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