The young man had knocked over the siphon. I
have made up my mind to insist upon moving from here into Park Lane, or one
of the Squares. She positioned it over her arm, placing the firing end
in Rhea’s mouth. ‘Ah, bah, it is enough,’ she cried, and turning, ran out of the room. 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.
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