"I'd rather have given a thousand pounds than this had happened. 1. ‘Been led up the garden path by that confounded rapscallion. 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. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You have papers of identity, for the Mother Abbess told me so. “It is such a very respectable boarding-house,” she said. I suppose my creed is, ‘I believe rather indistinctly in God the Father Almighty, substratum of the evolutionary process, and, in a vein of vague sentimentality that doesn’t give a datum for anything at all, in Jesus Christ, His Son. “Did you tell him?” Capes smiled faintly.
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