“She cannot be aware,” he continued, “that she is making herself conspicuous. . There had been fusses and scenes dimly apprehended through half-open doors. Entering the house, he found himself in a narrow passage
leading to the back stairs. So he's come around, then? That's fine. Books!
She knew now what had saved her—her mother's hand, reaching down from
heaven, had set the giver's flaming eyes upon the covers of these books. The summons was instantly answered by a shop-boy. To-night all this may seem hard and cruel. 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. It interwove with her biological
work. Heard of your last escape. ‘I’ve never found a woman who did not drive me into a
frenzy of boredom.
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