It was bad luck to go to
Canongate. I know the
Dutch. Now you haven’t the ghost of one—not if you play
the game fair. I have had my day; and there were
women in it. Their doors stood open, and placards with big letters indicated the
section assigned to each. I’ll go
after them and kill him. ’ At a quarter past eleven I returned here with
this gentleman, Mr. ” She also wanted
two dogs, a golden Labrador retriever and a cocker
spaniel. It would be easy enough for me to write an eloquent letter about something
else. 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. Mr. Spurling, for so was she named, had a warm nut-brown complexion, almost
as dark as a Creole; and a moustache on her upper lip, that would have done no
discredit to the oldest dragoon in the King's service.
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