She watched the captain tuck the pistol back in his pocket, and perch on the edge of the big desk. She tiptoed to the stand and gathered up the manuscripts which she carried to a chair by the window. 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’ve made no one happy. His long struggle with himself, his avoidance of her were quite unnecessary.
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