. 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. 1. I’m sorry. ”
“You need help and sympathy more, Anna,” he pleaded, “and I have the right,
yes I have the right to offer you both. But she had found it
very difficult. Wood, I desire you'll put on your best things, and join us as soon
as possible. He had
not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat
dripping on his modern ice cube of a table.
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