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The piece, in three movements, was short enough anyway. In you—if you can love me—there is salvation. He wasn't satisfied with an assured income from the paper-mills your grandfather left us. Spurling. 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. . He was an officer, and a person of very great sense, and altogether a desirable parti. "Where shall I fly?" exclaimed the lady, bewildered with terror. " "Write him," urged Spurlock, finding speech. ' Sign it," he added, as, after some further threats, the letter was indited according to his dictation, "and direct it to Mr.
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