Not so bad. "The Wastrel seemed to take it all right. After that night she made it a habit. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. Presently she was going through a swaying, noisy crowd, whose faces grinned and stared pitilessly in the light of the electric standards. Disperse in every direction. Here and there, patches of flesh adhered to the bones, and the dank dripping hair hanging about what had once been the face, gave it a ghastly appearance. She had asked to borrow his pencil out of dire necessity. He flung Ruth aside, careless whether she fell or not. I had consecrated my life to His Work; and I took the primrose path. Spurlock slumped in his chair, weak and empty.
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