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I've no doubt he's as honest as either of you. 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. The stranger looked at him as if strongly disposed to chastise his impertinence. What was yet more worthy of note was, that the widow's countenance had an air
of refinement about it, of which it was utterly destitute before, and which
seemed to intimate that her true position in society was far above that wherein
accident had placed her. ‘Laisse-moi!’
Impatience swamped him. A physiognomist, indeed, would
have likened him to that crafty animal, and it must be owned the general
formation of his features favoured such a comparison. One of her duties, after she
had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going
to bed.
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