“I suppose I shall have to write an answer. " "I feel it," replied Jack, in a tone of agony, "and I feel it more on my poor mother's account than my own. 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. ‘Go then. Almost light-heartedly. A sacrifice. If you can imagine it, I survived it. “Hello?” She asked as she cradled the phone by her ear.
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