"
"I'll bet she still smells to heaven with sour coconut. ”
Ann Veronica fenced for a moment. 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. ”
“There was no marriage,” she answered. That was the true miracle of the
gift; without actual experience, to imagine love and hate and greed and how they
would react upon each other; and then, when these passions had served their
temporary purpose, to cast them aside for new imaginings. Earles was absolutely indifferent. "
"By the way, did you read those stories?"
"Yes. “I do,” he answered. ‘Me, I have a name. Capital swordsman. "
And he hastily related the occurrences in Jonathan Wild's house.
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