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. " The woollen-draper made no answer, but hastily starting up, bolted the door. No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. He liked to draw her in, and she did her best to talk.
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