’ ‘He let them go?’ asked Miss Froxfield incredulously. ” Anna laughed softly. ” “But Italy—” “Italy’s for a good girl,” he said, and laid his hand for a moment on her shoulder. 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. “I suppose he’s frightfully clever,” said Miss Klegg. She watched the people and hummed softly to herself. She felt a lump rise in her throat, for she had come to love living in America. To-morrow they will all be contradicted. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. . It must be the dawn creeping in. Again, he would ask a few questions, and Ruth would answer them.
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