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He smiled. \" \"Would you like me to carry some of the books? I have nothing to bring home today. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. 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. Maggot's offer may appear, the young man thought fit to decline it, and, after a few words of well-merited compliment on her extraordinary prowess, and renewed thanks to Mr. ‘Come,’ she called. Only a few weeks ago there was a bloody battle on the bridge there between the soldiery and the local police. Perhaps it was loneliness.
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