A victim of one of those mental typhoons that
scatter irretrievably the barriers of instinct and breeding; and he had gone on the
rocks all in a moment. I have had a good many
desperate engagements in my time, and have generally come off victorious. The manager tells me that you
are an American. The reddish-haired
young man contributed allusions to the Hegelian philosophy that momentarily
confused the discussion. "Is your master at home?" inquired the jailer. 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. The infant’s body, now
missing its pulverized head, was still twitching among the
blood-soaked ruins of corpses. "Begone! or I fire!" he cried. ”
“Why not?” she asked quietly. Manning, with entirely suitable emotion. “Too late, my dear girl,” she exclaimed. "I eat
for both.
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