Next instant he had her immobilised, her hands behind her back, her chest crushed to his, the white veil slipping once 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. "A vow," she answered,—"a vow to my dead husband.
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