Some one had once, in his hearing, called him a prig. She veiled her emotion by taking off his overcoat. "What in the world is it?" he asked. “I am going to break a covenant,” he cried. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. The poor things! Oh, it was quite dreadful. “In two days,” she reflected, “Mrs. 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.
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