"Really," he faltered, with a little shrug of the shoulders, "I can
hardly tell you. The phrase seemed to come out of its own accord. I have
felt from the beginning that it was in pain and--starved, though why I
felt this never occurred to me till you asked."
"You really know very little about it, then?" said the other, with a
sudden gentleness in his voice.
"No more than that," Sangree replied, looking at him with a puzzled
expression that was unmistakably genuine. "In fact, nothing at all,
really," he added, by way of further explanation.
"I am glad of that," I heard the doctor murmur under his breath, but so
low that I only just caught the words, and Sangree missed them
altogether, as evidently he was meant to do.
"And now," he cried, getting on his feet and shaking himself with a
characteristic gesture, as though to shake out the horror and the
mystery, "let us leave the problem till to-morrow and enjoy this wind
and sea and stars. I've been living lately in the atmosphere of many
people, and feel that I want to wash and be clean.
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