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. A thing
which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should
be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate. Make up your mind as to the terms, and I'll
engage to find the man. She
dreaded leaving him for the night, but separated herself
finally. A large body of the constables of
Westminster next made their appearance, the chief of whom entered the Lodge,
where they were speedily joined by the civic authorities. Cheveney was another Paris friend, was he?” she asked. ‘You speak as if you expected to
meet her again, Gerald. Not daring, however, to listen to it,
he ran on.
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