"Somebody ought to get hold of that young man," said Prudence, grimly, as she nodded in Spurlock's direction. ‘If it is that your men there are going to arrest us, then why do they not do so?’ ‘Left to myself, I’d let them,’ he replied grimly. He had heard nothing. Now if she sent fifteen pounds the suggestion that she had spent a five-pound note in the meanwhile would be irresistible. He shook his head all the time. 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. “Nothing,” said Ann Veronica, and stared over her shoulder out of the window.
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