And imprinting a kiss upon his mother's cold lips, he left the room. “MY DEAR GIRL,— “I am so sorry if we made asses of ourselves to-night. F. But if you wouldn't have me positively dislike Jack Sheppard, you'll never mention such a subject again. After debating with himself for some time whether he should employ an assistant, or make the attempt alone, his love of gain overcame his fears, and he decided upon the latter plan. 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. The distinction lay chiefly in the right to pat their heads.
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