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He had seldom been more perturbed. She sat down awkwardly and helplessly on one of the little stools by her table and covered her face with her hands. The pursuit of pleasure, selfgratification, is an original instinct with her. Carp, tench, and roach were so divided that even the fins, heads and fleshless spines were sold. He rolled on top of her, pinning her with his arms and forming a tented cage. " "The Dawn Pearl! Odd, but we white folks aren't half so poetical as the yellow or the black. Heigho!" "Now for it!" cried Jack, as the couple entered the room: "the coast's clear. Before he even glanced at the man on the floor he stepped over to her side and took the poker from her. 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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