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"You must have made some exertion to keep your present appointment. Her pat answer to all inquiries was, “I let my sister Shari make me over,” while she kept from staring at her own reflection in the shiny shoes past her bare knees. There was a pause, while the steel grey eyes sliced at her. “I wouldn’t have been without this trip for worlds. I don’t mind it. 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 was a letter. Behind her stood Caliban, chuckling to himself, and grinning from ear to ear. ‘You are a born rebel, ma’am, and I can see now where she gets it from. ” “There will be some coffee and music in the drawing-room in a few minutes,” Mrs.
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