No doubt there’s some little mistake. 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. “You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. Yes, there was someone there. At present the world waits for that writer, and the confused record of the newspapers remains the only resource of the curious. ‘Obsessed, that’s what you are. Annabel a murderess! It was not possible.
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