I keep on thinking of little details and aspects of your voice, your eyes, the
way you walk, the way your hair goes back from the side of your forehead. Each human
contact leaves some indelible mark. 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. You have friends, acquaintances, social standing,
brothers and sisters, every advantage! Instead of which, you want to go to some
mixed classes or other and cut up rabbits and dance about at nights in wild
costumes with casual art student friends and God knows who. We’ll make short work of them. Her birthday was
four months away, and that, at its extremist point, might give her another five
pounds. You don’t know what you ask nor what you say. "
"For every hurt she has, I shall have two. His hair is oddly streaked with gray
—I might say a dishonourable gray.
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