It was his mother, and as he gazed on her pallid features and motionless frame, Jack's heart severely smote him. " "Pish!" cried Jack: "I don't value his anger a straw. " "How long will you be here?" "To-morrow night. . 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. They rose as she approached.
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