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. I consented. “You be off, missie,” said the fatherly policeman. ’
‘Parbleu, but I find you excessively rude,’ she snapped, marching to meet
him. Ruth did not
reply, but stared past the doctor, her eyes misty. He opened
the drawer of the writing table.
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