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He's a hundred miles sou'-east of me. Unless he can arise
from the bottom of the Thames, where he and his abhorred father lie buried, you
will never behold him again in this world. Laugh on the wrong
side of your mouth, now. They seemed the most
wrapped things in all Ann Veronica’s wrappered world. 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. Their doors stood open, and placards with big letters indicated the
section assigned to each. Then Ann
Veronica passed on toward the tea in the garden, which was dotted with the elite
of Morningside Park society, and there she was pounced upon by Lady
Palsworthy and given tea and led about. As soon as he was gone, the two women divested themselves of their hoods and
cloaks, and threw them, as if inadvertently, into the farthest part of the angle in
the wall.
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