“Vee!” said Miss Stanley, “you hear what your father says!”
Miss Stanley struggled with emotion. ‘Can’t see a thing. One OUGHT to want to please her. "Hear me, Sir Rowland!" he cried. 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. It worked. “You will write to me, I am sure—and from the date of your letter I trust most
earnestly that I may come back to my old place as
“Your devoted friend,
“WALTER BRENDON.
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