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. Jack, who had been lingering near the group, now walked on. “No, Lucy, it isn’t fine and I am sorry. The sunshine was brilliant, the air mild.
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