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. Taking his new purchase under his arm, Jack proceeded to a small tavern in the
same street, where, having ordered dinner, he went to a bed-room to attire
himself. ‘I
lived with the Valades for some years. "If you doubt my word, woman," replied the carpenter's wife, coldly, "ask Mr. “I
suppose I fell in love with her, Ann Veronica. ”
They eyed her incredulously. Then, though full of confidence, he half doubted his power of
accomplishing his designs. But a little daughter is one thing and a daughter quite another. “I only use the weeniest little dab of rouge,” she declared, “and it is really
necessary, because I want to get rid of the ‘pallor effect.
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