He was keen to get to work, but the inspiration would not come. Get on with it, then. Gerald swore. The man turned at the exclamation, and so did several of the bystanders; but they could not make out who had uttered it. "Ay, murder him, if you like the term," returned Wild. CHAPTER XXVII. ” She could practically hear the self-deprecating thoughts racing across his mind, the failed hours of rehearsed lines. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account.
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