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Wild, he asserted, had robbed him of a large
sum of money, and till it was restored he would never plead. . 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. “Come to my rooms
and have a drink. Still, his conscience was partly satisfied. ‘This is a private house,’ Hilary said severely, ‘and you are trespassing. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which
she unzipped and let fall to the ground. ”
“I’m a married man. It
would be an ice storm by midnight if it did not let up. F.
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