She had worried in fear that the excitement would be too much for him. ‘I don’t know that I dare. 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. "You have killed him," cried Winifred in alarm. ‘Softly, you say?’ she uttered, raging. Drummond, who had been about to speak, refrained. Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that she must not disturb him in this man-agony. Ann Veronica was lying on her bed in a darkling room staring at the ceiling. Where her husband saw only two youngsters in the mating mood, she felt that tragedy in some phase lurked in this room—if only in the loneliness of these two, without kith or kin apparently, thousands of miles from home. She rapped again, louder. "Ho, no," replied Jack.
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