Spurlock understood that his vantage would be temporary; the Wastrel had been knocked down, not out. He had. Every eye was fixed upon the prisoner. You can’t do without an agent, and there’s no one can run you better than I can. But was that enough? Dim, formless suspicions of something more vital wandered about his mind. Other things came. And all to satisfy a succession of rapacious lightskirts. Presently, two carriages dashed down the hill, and drew up before it. She made up her mind in the train home that it should be a decisive crisis.
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