“The Annabel who lives here, who sings every night at the ‘Unusual’? They call
her by your old name. How
long do you think it will take him to put two and two together?’
‘Eh bien, then if he will try to harm me, I will kill him. Seconds went
by, and the cannon fired just as Rhea descended upon
Lucy. Have I your final answer?"
"You have, Sir Rowland," she answered, in a feeble tone, but firmly. 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. When he reached the happy ending, he waited.
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