. 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. She had fallen into it naturally, the only expression of the dance
she had ever seen or known, and that a stolen sweet. The baby boy was delivered in a sea of black blood,
born dead and blue, and strangled by plague. He then said that if
she would not obey him in this course she should “never darken his doors
again,” and was, indeed, frightfully abusive. ”
“I care as a man cares only once in his life,” he answered promptly. Miss
Stanley threw aside a black cloak to reveal a discreet and dignified arrangement
of brown silk, and then embraced Ann Veronica with warmth. I had been about as foolish and
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