Looking sullen, he released the handle and sat back. 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. "A doctor? What he needs is a good jolt of aromatic spirits of ammonia. Luckily, she was bereft of consciousness, and was thus spared the additional misery of witnessing what afterwards befell him. Vorsack echoed him. "The traps!" responded a bystander. ” “Where?” Courtlaw asked quickly. “Maybe someday I can look them up again, just to see how they are doing. His eyes were bright with the hunt. But—he was cleverer than any of you. I’m not ashamed—of the things I’m doing. She should leave sooner, but she just could not bear missing the event. "There!" she cried, laughing, "that'll teach you to lay hands upon me again.
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