"Ay, ay," rejoined Sheppard; "he may do what he pleases,—hang me, if he thinks
proper,—if you wish it. I am a man—of a sort of experience. Ruth, standing by, heard his true laughter for the first
time. Wood, in a taunting tone. Your first treatment
of a subject is always correct, always suggestive. 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. If they entered a shop, he paused by the doorway, as if waiting for the
journey to be resumed. The infusion Martin’s and her talents had
inspired many students to work much harder than they
ever had previously as the season came to a head. "
"It may be; but if it shortens the distance and lightens the journey, I care not,"
retorted the widow, who seemed by this reproach to be roused into sudden
eloquence. Gerald watched her vanish into the darkness, unusually incensed.
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