***** From the comatose state, Spurlock passed into that of the babbling fever; but that guarding instinct which is called subconsciousness held a stout leash on his secret. I hear the sound of his horse's feet in the yard. Once in the room, the door locked, the sense of loneliness had dropped away from her as the mists used to drop away from the mountain in the morning. ’ ‘But this is idiot. Twice Spurlock went to Copeley's—twenty miles to the northwest—for ice and mail. His spirits revived, and encouraging himself with the idea that the present impediment, though the greatest, was the last, he set himself seriously to consider how it might best be overcome. Curiously enough nothing will persuade him that she is not ‘Alcide. It had, as it were, blown up at the concussion of his first step.
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