His chin was angular and his lips were 16 small, his mouth tiny and refined. She watched for five minutes until he completely disappeared over Pine Crest, past the yellow fire hydrant and the dented stop sign. ‘Talk to me another time. Before an hour had elapsed, the concourse was fearfully increased. This was his humiliation as well as hers. 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. She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry.
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