“Queer letters he writes,” she said. Still—” Then, with incredible and obviously deliberate stupidity, and a voice as flat as her own, he asked, “Who is the man?” Her spirit raged within her at the dumbness, the paralysis that had fallen upon her. ’ *** Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of damp linen. 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 could just see the glare. The door was then locked, and he was left alone.
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