What he there noticed occasioned a marked change in his demeanour. Gerald’s gaze bored into hers. She could not say a word, much less move. "Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket. Sheppard's house, "forward!" "Hurrah!" shouted the mob, and the whole phalanx was put in motion in that direction. She was drawn first by Miss Miniver, and then by her own natural interest, into a curious stratum of people who are busied with dreams of world progress, of great and fundamental changes, of a New Age that is to replace all the stresses and disorders of contemporary life. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. ’ ‘It’s too late for that,’ Gerald told her evenly.
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