Last time I left home I felt as hard as nails. The Plague raced through the city and the Palazzo, consuming it like fire. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. I hope we may never find her again. 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.
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