It was his tall stance and his pale skin that drew him out of the crowd. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. You never can tell. The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. It contained three sovereigns, six and fourpence, two postage stamps, a small key, and her aunt’s return half ticket to Morningside Park.
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