”
“Anna!”
“It is true, dear. After dinner Ann Veronica went into the
drawing-room with Miss Stanley, and her father went up to his den for his pipe
and pensive petrography. And what was singular she did not recount to the doctor that
morning's adventure. “Do you mind very much?”
He shook his head. 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. On the contrary, his glass was never idle, and finding it not filled quite so
frequently as he desired, he applied himself, notwithstanding the expressive
looks and muttered remonstrances of Mr. ‘Danged if I ever hear the like,’ he repeated
blankly. Yeah, I’m thirty-seven. ” She nodded in the affirmative.
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