He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. Gerald saw her extract something and leapt aside, calling a warning to Hilary. And yet to Spurlock it was only the title of a story he would some day write. Alcohol— would you believe it?—steadies his nerves and keens his brain: which is against the laws of gravitation, you might say. Something in his tone pinched her heart.
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