"What's the matter with the man?" demanded Wild. She never grew angry for anything her husband did: such anger as came to her was directed against the lazy, incompetent servant who was always snooping about in the inner temple—Spurlock's study. She heard the rats scattering across the stone as dirt fell into the crypt. “You are talking like a boy. And I find I can't tell one stay from another!" McClintock laughed. “I’ll never be happy again! I hate you! But most of all, what you have made me! A flesh-eating demon cannibal, just like you! I should be dead, dead and lying at the bottom of the sea. Supposing that was it; at least, a solution to part of this amazing riddle? Supposing her father had made her assist him in the care of the derelicts solely to fill her with loathing and abhorrence for mankind? "Didn't you despise the men your father brought home—the beachcombers?" "No. He trembled violently. "Confusion!" cried he; "there is another boat in our wake. "Oh! he'll be after you directly. Canton was something like a blind alley; unless you were native, you couldn't get anywhere except by returning to Hong-Kong and starting afresh. Nevertheless, Ann Veronica found it a difficult matter not to think of these things. Again the chalky pallor spread even to her lips, her eyes became lit with the old terror. " Spurlock wondered if something hadn't suddenly gone awry in his head. I wonder,” he added, after a moment’s pause, “whether you ever realize how young you are.
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