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Her head was
downcast as she studied the museum-like exhibits of
various dusts on the resilient tile flooring. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’
‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. He
had this thing for his twin daughters. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his
eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her. Who says that I am not Meysey Hill?
I was trying to scare you. It was bleeding again. But don’t run away with the idea
that I’m hanging out for a wife at last, because I’m not. ”
“Very well,” he said. “How dare you!”
They were both astonished at the other’s strength. 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. Down on me
luck, I was, and they took me in. Contenting himself
with brandishing the weapon in the Jew's eyes, he exerted all his force to prevent
him from rising.
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