Kneebone, I'll make one of the party. Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. As in a dream, Melusine saw her faithful footman struck, his headlong progress checked. Besides, your remark is not in the least complimentary. . . He spoke the automatic thought that entered his mind. She pulled down her veil and made her way to the door. 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.
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