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"Ireton, as you captured him, the reward is yours. “Thanks, so do you. "I mean what I say," replied Jonathan. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. ” She looked around for the voice around the Orchestra room, fumbling around with her books. 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. Then he went back to his rooms and lit a cigar. By the time she arrived at the Beck’s doorstep, the morning was risen. The money will last longer, and—it won’t bother you.
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