“Queer
letters he writes,” she said. No doubt—
because he did not understand you—he thought you had run away with
someone. All of a sudden, there was movement behind him. ”
She laughed. Wood. “Take off your tunic. Disperse in every direction. Halloa, Ben!" cried he, shaking a broad-backed fellow,
equipped in a short-skirted doublet, and having a badge upon his arm,—"scullers
wanted. "Good-bye!"
For a moment Ruth was tempted to fling herself against the withered bosom; but
long since she had learned repression. Cool and sunny, it seemed that God himself smiled
upon that day, the sunbeams streaming through the
magnificent arches dustily as the priest murmured in
soporific Latin. 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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