Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. 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. She had set out to get a beautiful life, a free, untrammelled life, self-development, without counting the cost either for herself or others. ’ But she reckoned without the fellow Trodger. The fact that it was her trusted friend making illicit love to her remained, in spite of all her effort, an insignificant thing in her mind. She was a very elegant young woman, slightly taller perhaps than her sister, and with an air of reserved strength underneath her quiet face and manner which Annabel may have lacked.
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