The screams of the unfortunate woman had aroused Thames from his slumbers. Turning to Melusine, he grabbed both her wrists and held her away from him, as if afraid that she might go for him. She was delivered home by 11:30pm. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. 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. I am so much obliged to you for your projected benevolence. She can be of use to me yet.
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