The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. Outside the door he turned and stared at the panels. “I saw his face in a mirror. “MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. I cannot do it, David.
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