Making her couch upon a heap of hay, she sank at once into a deep
and refreshing slumber. A paralyzing horror was upon her. Capes was something superadded. 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. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a
brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that
goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne. ‘You are an avid reader, I take it. It fits your style. "Oho!" he said. In the present case it did not matter, as
there was no one else within earshot. I can remove the prisoner at
any hour of the night I think fit: and I will remove him. The likeness was
ridiculous. “We pretend bodies are
ugly. He's a Welshman, and I wouldn't for a trifle that any accident befel
him. ’
Gerald was staring at her, an arrested expression on his face. CHAPTER XXXI.
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