You
are my slave—and such you shall continue. \" Lucy replied meekly. On the other
hand, there was a subconscious impression that she would be able to read
instantly anything unclean in a man's eye. “I heard the clock strike as I crossed the square,” she answered. And probably the girl
would wear herself out, too. But I’m not a slut either, if
that’s what you think. “I loathe afternoon
concerts, and——”
She was really like her sister he thought, impressed for a moment by the soft
brilliancy of her smile. She moved towards it slowly and picked it up, holding it out in front of her
whilst the familiar perfume seemed to assert itself with damning insistence. That is not
reasonable. I have said your life is in
danger, Thames. She interrupted. An unhappy little
sigh escaped her. 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.
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