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’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. “About two years ago. I picked up her handkerchief on the floor. Until that was done a certain experience of life assured him that a girl is a locked coldness against a man’s approach. ’ Fire enveloped Charvill’s mind and he brought up his cane, pointed like a musket. “I’d like to dedicate tonight’s performance to the person that helped inspire me to complete my first major work. She was nearly too giddy still to answer him. Jolly hard life for a girl, getting a living. 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.
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