We are alone and we can say and do what we please. And I passed myself off as Meysey Hill, and since—then—I haven’t had a minute’s peace. 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. My poor son despairs of me, for I have primed every member of the family to bring me the latest novels whenever they choose to visit.
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