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. And pouring the contents of a small powderflask into a bumper of brandy, he tendered him the mixture. The entire place was a masterpiece of wooden carving, a design of interleaving carried throughout. He was always doing his best to call her attention to the fact that he was a man of spirit and quality and experience, and she a young and beautiful woman, and that all sorts of constructions upon their relationship were possible, trusting her to go on from that to the idea that all sorts of relationships were possible. Why should WE hoard? We aren’t going out presently, like Japanese lanterns in a gale. Too much blood has been shed already. In seconds, they faced each other before the altar. ” She disengaged herself from him and went out of the room with a grave, preoccupied expression.
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