John was
acutely focused upon her now, just as she had wanted
him to be. The acid of this incertitude had disintegrated his nerve; and in Canton
had come the smash. Spurlock sat limply, his arms hanging. 54
\"Yes?\"
\"No one says 'Oh my word' anymore. Two souls in travail; one inspired by
fresh hopes, the other, by fresh despairs. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not
even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. "
Thames turned away at the question, which he felt might be construed into a
reproach. Ill-drawn,
without method or sense of proportion, you have put wonderful things on to
canvas, have drawn them out of yourself, notwithstanding your mechanical
inefficiency. ’
She saw suspicion darken his gaze. “You must come home to him at once,” said Miss Stanley. You
are always doing something for nothing, and that is why I love you. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed
and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment. Why hadn't he gone on with the girl's
story? What instinct had stuffed it back into his throat? Why the inexplicable
impulse to hurry this rather pathetic derelict on his way?
CHAPTER XV
Previous to his illness, Spurlock's mind had been tortured by an appalling worry,
so that now, in the process of convalescence, it might be compared to a pool
which had been violently stirred: there were indications of subsidence, but there
were still strange forms swirling on the surface—whims and fancies which in
normal times would never have risen above sub-consciousness. “You are very good,” she said. I'm not
particular what or where.
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