He never said hello, as if it had become a personal taboo for him. I don't know what you have done; I don't want to know now. He came as an agreeable diversion from an insoluble perplexity. He took some Oreos from the bottomless supply that stocked the cookie jar. 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 was bringing the sing-song girl to the hotel! The strange cortège presently vanished below the window-sill. " "I know where she will be found, and how," rejoined Jack with a shudder. "Well, well; look who's here!" cried Spurlock. I beg that you will consider me your friend. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains, and openly despised golf.
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