But there was something not wholly honest in my mirth, for my conduct during the three preceding years had been reprehensible. I had used my grandfather shabbily. My parents died when I was a child, and he had cared for me as far back as my memory ran. He had suffered me to spend without restraint the fortune left by my father.
I am not writing an apology for my life, and I shall not attempt to extenuate my conduct in going abroad at the end of my course at Tech and, when I made Laurance Donovan’s acquaintance, in setting off with him on a career of adventure. I do not regret, though possibly it would be more to my credit if I did.
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Sachin Srivastava, Lakshmi
Sachin Srivastava lives in Pune, India growing grey hair in the midnight sun with Deepa, his writing partner and wife, his parents. He enjoys writing and creating with his wonderful wife. He’s dated vampires, werewolves, sorcerers. No. He is not kidding. He even married one of them.
