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Melusine jumped up, turning swiftly. Spurling stood her negro attendant, Caliban; a hideous, misshapen, malicious monster, with broad hunched shoulders, a flat nose, and ears like those of a wild beast, a head too large for his body, and a body too long for his legs. ‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor. Don't you remember? There were four of us, and we went touring in the city. To-night there seemed to be a new brilliancy in her eyes, a deeper quality in her tone. I have established a fine trade. 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.
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