Let me lend you some money. Sheppard. She began to draw on her gloves thoughtfully. But, alas! Ah Cum shrugged philosophically. Sheppard. She blew on the hand
cannon and grabbed her bag of gunpowder. 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. An ill-lined
purse is a poor recompense for the risk I have run. ‘Left to yourself, my girl, you may not have any affairs. Well, I'd no idea," she continued, pursuing her ruminations as she left the room,
"that people of quality laughed so. They seem to spend their time yawning and
inspecting their neighbour’s dresses through those hateful glasses. And I have no doubt at all that there is a great deal of money in the
case. "Was I out of my head?"
"Yes.
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