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Because Howard Spurlock the author dared not risk the liberty of Howard Spurlock the malefactor; because there were still some dregs in this cup of irony. For what could be more ironical than for Howard Spurlock to see himself grow famous under the name of Taber? The ambrosia of which he had so happily dreamt! and this gall and wormwood! He stood up and rapped his pipe on the rail.
He had hurt her. But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms ...! "I am a thief!" he whispered. Sometimes it seemed to him that he was an impostor: that Ruth believed him to be one Howard Spurlock, when he was only masquerading as Spurlock. If ever the denouement came if ever the Hand reached him Ruth would then understand why he had rebuffed all her tender advances.
"Sure, a minister of the gospel to teach me Mikey to stand on one leg and spin around on the other with his hands over his head is a quare thing, but the Riverend Goodloe is no ordinary man," said Mrs. Burns to Mother Spurlock, who answered: "You can trust him, Mrs. Burns, even with Mikey's legs." And during all the long weeks of activity not once did I have a word alone with the Harpeth Jaguar.
Goodloe is going to have the simplest dedication ritual and then immediately hold the memorial services for our our dead," said Mother Spurlock, as she took Martha's hand in hers and stroked it. "We want everybody to be there and I could use a few more of those trunks full of colored new clothes, Charlotte.
Because I loved her at the start, but was too big a fool to know it!" His own astonishment was quite equal to McClintock's. The latter began to heave himself up from the sand. "Did I hear you ..." began McClintock. "Yes!" interrupted Spurlock, savagely. "You heard me say it! It was inevitable. I might have known it. Another labyrinth in hell!" A smile broke over the trader's face.
The air might be cool, but half an hour without head-gear was an invitation to sunstroke. Into this new world, vivid with colour, came Spurlock, receptively. For a few days he was able to relegate his conscience to the background. There was so much to see, so much to do, that he became what he had once been normally, a lovable boy. McClintock was amused.
"Oh, Ruth couldn't put it on paper, to be sure; but there was no reason to hide the source." "Have you told her?" "Told her? Told her what?" Spurlock sat straight in his chair. "You know what I mean," said the trader, gravely. "In spots you are a thoroughbred; but here's a black mark on your ticket, lad. My friend the doctor suspected it, and so do I. You are not a tourist seeking adventure.
"Oh, it's a part of the game," said McClintock. "He knows he had to take it. There are some islands upon which he is not permitted to land any more." At luncheon, preoccupied in thought, Spurlock did not notice the pallor on Ruth's cheeks or the hunted look in her eyes.
Spurlock back to Hong-Kong with him, so he considered it would be needless to give an additional shock. He asked me to watch Mr. Spurlock's movements and report progress. He admitted that it would bore him to dally here in Canton, with the pleasures of Hong-Kong so close." The doctor caught the irony, and he warmed a little. "I'm afraid I must decline to tell you.
Spurlock had been taken aboard that yacht with the Kanaka crew, because The Tigress was the only ship marked for departure that night. Ah Cum was not a sailor, but he knew his water-front. One of his chair coolies had witnessed the transportation of Spurlock by stretcher to the sampan in the canal.
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