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“The thing I feel most disposed to say, Miss Stanley,” he began at last, “is that this is very sudden. Stanley, standing on the hearthrug with his back to the unlit gas-fire. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. She looked down tassels of his shiny shoes with a scowl.
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