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"Ah!" exclaimed Lady Trafford, exerting all her strength. Melusine tilted her head to catch sight of her neck, and froze, staring at the
image. For a time
he would be the grim Protestant Flagellant, pursuing the idea of self-castigation. 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. With Jack so badly injured, how would
she get him home? How get herself home, now that Trodger had arrested her.
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