“Fearful old fogey! I can’t imagine any sister of yours putting
up with him for a moment. Kind of knows it, too. He had “put his foot down,” and said she must not go. He admitted that it would bore him to dally here in Canton, with
the pleasures of Hong-Kong so close. The
struggles of the wounded man were desperate—so desperate, that in his agony
he overset the table, and, in the confusion, tore off the cloth, and disclosed a face
horribly mutilated, and streaming with blood. 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. She stood there with white set face and
nervously clenched fingers. What gave the puzzling
twist to an ordinary situation was her manner: she was guileless. "
"Absolutely.
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