Not fit to be dust on your boots. She clasped her hands over her mouth in a silent scream. However, to cut a long matter short, my proposal's this: —I've taken a fancy to your bantling, and, as I've no son of my own, if it meets with your concurrence and that of Mrs. There is no need of your friend to kill you, imbecile, because I shall do so this minute. “Well, I have said what I had to say, stumblingly and badly, and baldly. 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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