He hadn't gambled or played the horses or hit the booze back there in little old New York…. “You may call anytime. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. I keep my finger on the pulse of things. Perhaps that sealed letter was a form of confession, and thus relieved him on that score. Not content with this, the assailants set fire to the house in half-a-dozen other places; and the progress of the flames was rapid and destructive. Sometimes it seemed to him that he was an impostor: that Ruth believed him to be one Howard Spurlock, when he was only masquerading as Spurlock. You called yourself a murderess. ‘Well, I can see you won’t let it alone, so what do you propose to do about the wench?’ ‘I’ll die before I let it alone,’ Gerald vowed. He glanced at it, and saw the bloodied blade.
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