Come to take leave. Don't be afraid—I won't hurt you. It was so arranged that Ruth went on duty after breakfast and remained until noon. 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. ‘Civilian peace-keeping forces, you know. Did she suppose him a possible pretender to her daughter’s hand? The girl—Dorothée, if memory served—was clearly marriageable, but he imagined most of these unhappy exiles were all but penniless.
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