She never
grew angry for anything her husband did: such anger as came to her was directed
against the lazy, incompetent servant who was always snooping about in the
inner temple—Spurlock's study. Against the sinister, the threatening, monstrous inhumanity of the
limitless city, there was nothing now but this supreme, ugly fact of a pursuit—
the pursuit of the undesired, persistent male. He was draining a glass, and as he set it down he shuddered. Far
away there was the one woman for this boy of mine—some human being who
would understand the dear fool better than all the rest of the world. Have you suffered?"
"Dear God!… every hour since!"
"The Spurlock conscience. ‘Stand where you are, or I shoot!’
Like lightning, thoughts zipped through her mind. "
"What say you, Sir?" said the Amazon, with an engaging leer at the stranger. Its cavernous expanses equaled the
upstairs of the house. Her heartbeat
quickened. She hung about his chair, followed
him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce
the words which refused to rise to her tongue. Drummond had made an abominable mistake.
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