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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 fresh cool breeze blew in their faces. "Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. “I shall come back, if at all, a new man. “Who the hell are you, Lucy?”
“Promise me you will never tell anyone. I am quite clear about this.
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