Tom swore he hadn't set eyes on him since the trial. Vexation at his folly in suffering himself to be thus entrapped kept Wood for a short time silent. They could no longer stay in one place. She was young and bright, little to no make-up except for lip-gloss, long, straight, glossy reddish blonde hair slightly past her shoulders. My, um, my curfew. Wood's house at Dollis Hill on Tuesday'—that's two days ago,—'hasn't been heard of since. 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. That boy—blind as a bat! Why, he hadn't seen the Woman until to-night! From the first chord of the Grieg concerto to the finale of the Chopin ballade, Ruth had sat tensely on the edge of her chair.
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