"Von't you hear me?—ough! ough!" demanded Sharples, after a pause. Sometimes a whole morning would pass without Spurlock uttering a word beyond the request for a drink of water. ‘Do not beg his pardon,’ intervened Melusine quickly, coming between them. "Patience Kite has lured him to Enfield on a false scent after Blueskin. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands. I will no longer be a burthen to those upon whom I have no claim, but compassion. " "On my soul, Thames, you wrong me!" replied Jack, passionately. ‘I have only borrowed it. He wiped the sweat from his chin and forehead. But be patient, I am your fast friend. Tell him about the island, the coconut dance, the wooden tom-toms; read to him. " "It is past," rejoined Lady Trafford, recovering herself by a powerful effort; "but never allude to the circumstance again. Spurlock had found the typewriter, oiled and cleaned it, and began to practise on it in the night.
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