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. I wonder if I
should have locked you up if I’d been your father. 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. ‘Let’s see now. “Endless. “Why?” He inquired. “My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and
politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond
measure. "I'm armed; you are not. In length the arch
exceeded seventy feet. She addressed Anna with a
beaming smile and a very creditable mixture of condescension and officiousness. She flailed against the
doctor’s grip but after what seemed an eternity of kicking
and flailing, amazingly, he had not seemed weakened in
the slightest by her resistance. Have you anything to ask me?”
Ann Veronica readjusted her mind hastily. I feel almost inclined to regret the fact.
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