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’ ‘I’m hanged if I can make out either of you,’ complained Hilary. ToC After running to some distance down Seacoal Lane, Jack stopped to give a last look at the vehicle which was bearing away the remains of his beloved and illfated mother. The man was dangerous. 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. Nothing is of any concern of ours except the discovery of the man’s identity.
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