“It’s a nice holiday. "Jump!" cried Ben, in a voice of thunder. Mac would have some new
yarns to spin and a fresh turn-over to his celebrated liver. Passing the old rectory, and still older church, with its reverend screen of trees,
and slowly ascending a hill side, from whence he obtained enchanting peeps of
the spire and college of Harrow, he reached the cluster of well-built houses
which constitute the village of Neasdon. The
atmosphere seemed heavy with the odour of drugs. Tell me that you are not
sorry to see me again. 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. “I will take my chance. A pity you did not think to tell me that part of the tale at the
outset. "In favour of my son.
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