"
"But you will,—won't you?" she rejoined, looking him coaxingly in the face. 256
Lucy chose her words carefully. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning
low in the sconces. A deep roar followed this order, and several missiles were launched at the
vehicle, which was driven off at a furious pace. Keep his arms down. 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. "Close the doors below! Loose the dogs! Curses!
they don't hear me! I'll ring the alarm-bell. He put an arm around her.
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