He read but little, and that chiefly healthy light fiction with chromatic titles, The Red Sword, The Black Helmet, The Purple Robe, also in order “to distract his mind. He did not so much cut into this conversation as loom over it, for he was a tall, if rather studiously stooping, man. As sure as he is now living, I'll pay him a visit in the Old Bailey before morning. We all get deceived sometimes. If he was asleep, then she much regretted that she must wake him up. 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. Let us have no more of this humbug. ’ Gerald sat back in his chair, thinking hard. Hoddy, what made you do it? Whatever made you do it?" "God knows! Something said to me: Take it! Take it! And … I took it.
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