As the Wastrel rushed, Spurlock sidestepped, swept the ball into his hand, set himself and threw it. Jack paused for a moment, and found that his own adventures formed the subject of the ballad. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers. He felt that he was getting on with her very slowly indeed, but he did not see how he could get on faster. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs.
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