Behind the poet came Sir James Thornhill. Seeing the footman about to follow her in, Gerald clamped a hand onto his shoulder. ‘I don’t know what the devil you’re talking about. That is, if Spurlock had been throwing money about, which was more than likely. He came as an agreeable diversion from an insoluble perplexity. Spurlock plodded through the heavy sand, leaden in the heart and mind as well as in the feet.
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