That handsome, finely drawn face belonged to a soul with clean ideals. “Much better. His cheeks were puffy, and his eyes blood-shot. Let him be sure. I'm thinking that the Wastrel was one day a celebrated professional; and the women were partly the cause of his fall. . I have written, called—of what avail is anything—against that look. Journeying blindly half way across the world, this man had found his quarry. Her state of mind would have seemed altogether discreditable to her grandmother.
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