"Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. ‘Oh my God,’ uttered Gerald in some dismay. I have nothing, nothing that can possibly be passion for you. Let us be gone. I have had enough of your hysterical behavior. ” A flush of excitement crept into her cheeks. Her soul was full of the sense of disaster.
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