He forgot for the moment his own self-pity, the egotism of his own passionate love. Mistresses neither deserve consideration nor commiseration. She backed away, amazed as the thing buzzed loudly in the center of the room. Where can we sit down and talk?” He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. A third that joined this to the chambers at the front of the house. "Another time," replied the thief-taker, evasively. 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.
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