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Peg after peg had gone down his blistered throat, but never had a smile touched his lips, never had his gaze roved inquisitively. 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. Lucy’s bright tones pursued her. "I have killed you," cried Jack, endeavouring to staunch the effusion of blood from her breast. It was exactly as Sebastian had foreseen. The doleful procession at once assumed a festive character.
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