As his eyes adjusted, he was able to make out the great shrouded shapes of the furniture. In response to an almost imperative gesture from the nurse, Anna laid her hand upon his. I said, ‘It is no use your telling me about this walk and pretend I’ve been told about the ball, because you haven’t. But I'm not worrying about that. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. Over one of the pinnacles of the tower a speck of pallid light marked the position of the moon, then newly born and newly risen.
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