"Egad!" exclaimed Wood, "you've hit the right nail on the head, anyhow. Then he stepped briskly to his feet and bent over the wounded man. "If I spoke to him, my interest might be misinterpreted. Spurlock slept on. \"Would you like some orange juice?\" Larry had already been working outside for an hour, Mike at his side, dragging grass clippings to the compost pile. Too easily roused emotions and too little passion. "Be silent," said Jonathan, striding deliberately into the room; "these cries will avail you nothing. "Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket.
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