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. ch. ”
He consumed Irish stew for some moments. ”
“Yes, I believe that was the name. ’
‘He did, you know,’ grinned Gerald. "
"Not in this world," returned Jonathan. One
only. Marvel, in a tone intended to be
consolatory. I want to stand between
you and all the force and vileness of the world. “Is there any
urgency?”
The doctor bent over his patient, who seemed to have fallen asleep. But you’ve got to lend me forty pounds.
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