It had lost its savour; but he would not take this into account, and he
slaved away mechanically, by perpetual toil seeking to deaden his
anguish. But as the time passed he was seized on a sudden with a curious
feeling of foreboding, which he could in no way resist; it grew in
strength till it had all the power of an obsession, and he could not
reason himself out of it. He was sure that a great danger threatened
Margaret. He could not tell what it was, nor why the fear of it was so
persistent, but the idea was there always, night and day; it haunted him
like a shadow and pursued him like remorse. His anxiety increased
continually, and the vagueness of his terror made it more tormenting. He
felt quite certain that Margaret was in imminent peril, but he did not
know how to help her. Arthur supposed that Haddo had taken her back to
Skene; but, even if he went there, he had no chance of seeing her. What
made it more difficult still, was that his chief at St Luke's was away,
and he was obliged to be in London in case he should be suddenly called
upon to do some operation.
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