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. Supposing he too wanted love
and his arms were as empty as hers?
Some living thing that depended upon her. It’s just to feel—one owns one’s self. I cannot answer that question. But I’m
thinking as how I’d best report to the major over this here shooting. He saw her young and graceful back
as she descended from the carriage, severely ignoring him, and recalled a
glimpse he had of her face, bright and serene, as his train ran out of Wimbledon. It’s one of our conventional superstitions. Sheppard, faintly. “We are Mr. I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you
for your wealth. It clicked and the bookshelf was
once more intact. ”
“Perhaps not in a general way,” he answered calmly. ”
“Sorry.
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