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"No," replied Jonathan, "I'll not take you at your word, as regards the latter proposition. ” “Wonderful! You can teach my son. “Then either this man shot himself or some one else shot him immediately before your arrival—or rather if it was not himself the person who did it was in the room, say two minutes, before you arrived. 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. “Now step aside, I have some business to attend to. I fought ten lions at once. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. She was fine and tender. I think we rest here until to-morrow?” There was a brief silence. " "Very well. "What a wonderful colour!" she exclaimed. Having drunk as much as he thought prudent, and thanked his unknown friend for his attention, Jack again lay down on the straw, and indulged himself with another nap, intending to get up as soon as it was perfectly dark.
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