And with his clenched hand he struck him a violent blow in the face. Now let us forget it. So long as they're about, I'll always be rewriting them and wasting my time. Without a word or a gesture, the Wastrel turned and staggered forth, out of the orbit of these two, having been thrust into it for a single purpose already described. I do not choose the vicomte, for that would be foolish. The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold.
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