The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. She nursed at his neck as he peacefully slumbered through being killed. How to hold her, how to keep her at his side; this was the problem with which he struggled. But to-day he did not get beyond half a dozen desultory start-offs. Sebastian looked up and stood. I'm thinking that the Wastrel was one day a celebrated professional; and the women were partly the cause of his fall. And all to satisfy a succession of rapacious lightskirts.
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