“I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. Only now it does not matter at all because Joan has come and has seen me. There’s that old gentleman at the end of the table—Bullding his name is. A couple of gilt straight-backed chairs only. Forgive my daring. Only you seem to me since the time when I knew you in Paris to have changed—to have changed in some subtle manner which I find at times utterly bewildering. Her gratitude swelled within her. 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.
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