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Once she reached the bamboo
curtain, clutched at it and tore it down as his arms went around her waist. While he was thus standing, the flames of his house, which made the whole
street as light as day, and ruddily illumined the faces of the mob below, betrayed
him to them, and he was speedily driven from his position by a shower of stones
and other missiles. 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. pglaf.
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