Then she slowly straightened, releasing him. Don’t try. She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart. 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. Her nerves were shattered, her senses dazed by this unexpected shock. ’” She played “If I Were a Rich Man,” adding syrupy trills and flourishes at every phrase. " "But I'm a poor man. I feel at moments as though I could bolt for it.
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