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Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with guests. . She heard this standard expression of a strong soul wrung with a critical coldness that astonished herself. Anna was unimpressed. 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. She recalled him. “I should like you to come here,” she said. Stanley coughed and faced toward the house. After that time nothing shall save you.
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