“Please don’t be sad. So far it had been plain sailing, and it had seemed fairly evident to go on: “I find it very difficult to answer your letter. The tide'll bring him to us fast enough. ’ ‘Oh, that tragic pair,’ uttered her ladyship in saddened tones. “I wonder,” said Ann Veronica at last, “if I am beautiful? I wonder if I shall ever shine like a light, like a translucent goddess?— “I wonder— “I suppose girls and women have prayed for this, have come to this—In Babylon, in Nineveh. 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. Then I tucked it nice and snug under the saddle-bag.
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