Mr. For such of us as pretend to be wise—and we are but fools in a lesser degree—we know that humanity moves onward only by the impellant of fine dreams. John’s demeanor shifted. "Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket. He stood up abruptly and went to the window.
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