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Gerald grinned. 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. ’
‘Melusine,’ repeated the old lady. Gwen—I saw Gwen the other day, and the paint’s thicker than ever. His pale and boyish waist was nearly as slim as
her own. She felt him as something solid and strong and trustworthy beyond
measure. He could imagine it even if he could not feel it. ”
The tired woman sat still for a moment. If there was a Yankee bar-keep in HongKong, James Boyle would soon locate him. It was a spring-tide at half ebb; and the current,
which was running fast and furiously, bore him instantly away. . E. Once she stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself
thoughtfully.
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