Ann Veronica was lying on her bed in a darkling room staring at the ceiling. The girl in the forward chair raised herself a little, the better to see the gorgeous blue palanquin of the dimly visible bride. 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. She was standing before a window, against the background of the rain-burdened April sky. So I dare say I was christened Jack. " Mr.
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