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. ‘Major Alderley, ma’am, and General Lord Charvill. Aren’t I asking—asking plainly now?. Then she raised the glass nearer to her lips. ’ Taking the chair she had indicated with a careless wave of one stiff-fingered hand, Gerald felt hope burgeoning. ‘Stay, Saling!’ The butler halted, looking round enquiringly. “But don’t you know about me?” he said at last. " "Oh, no!" Ruth protested.
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