He called it "The Man Who Could Not Go Home. He obeyed, letting the garment fall to the floor. "I'm tired of the life I'm leading. ‘What would you do in Valade’s place?’ ‘You mean, knowing that the girl was here and liable to queer my pitch?’ ‘Precisely. 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. ‘Just around it, Hilary, that’s all. "How do you know that?" rejoined Jack. " In the living room Spurlock's glance was constantly drawn toward Ruth; but in fear that she might sense something wrong, he walked over to the piano and struck a few chords. I am grateful, indeed I am. To Spurlock's observing eye, Enschede's wrinkles multiplied and the folds in his clothes. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same.
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