” She laughed gaily. “You are a dear,” she exclaimed affectionately. ‘You should be. "It is droll," he said. You're the first widow I ever heard of who could withstand that lure. 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. ’ He sighed, spread his hands quite in her own manner, and fluttered his lashes. So far as the eye could reach, the white level road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty.
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