"I never had a pet. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. She turned to Martha as the lad exited by the back door, but her nurse forestalled anything she might have said. “It’s still a marvel to me that we are to be forgiven,” she said, turning. Ennison, or any other young man. They do not come for me, to find me and bring me home. “I am so very, very sorry. 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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