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 had the pleasure of—er—meeting you more than once, I believe. He remembered that he had heard stories about the
wonderful likeness between these two sisters, one of whom was an artist and a
recluse, whilst the other had attached herself to a very gay and a very brilliant
little coterie of pleasure-seekers. He used to call it his fire-escape—ha! ha!
I've often used the ladder for my own convenience, but I never expected to turn
it to such good account.
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