CHAPTER XIII. Again, he would ask a few questions, and Ruth would answer them. 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. Wood trembled.
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