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The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor
and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat
slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in
the confusion for which he was primarily accountable. . Wood was so much exhausted that he was
obliged to retire to his own room, where he continued for some hours
overpowered by grief. ”
“No. ”
“But how can I help it? How can I keep silence?”
“Please!” she insisted. ”
“It takes a great deal of bad weather to depress the true Parisian,” Anna
admitted. She felt he was
going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate. In reply to this summons a horn was instantly blown at the corner of the street. It was the beginning and the end of the transaction. "
"So she was," replied the woollen-draper, helping himself to an enormous pinch
of snuff with the air of a man who does not dislike to be rallied about his
gallantry,—"so she was. Of course she had taken the boy as her
lover, acting as his muse. ‘Point
it at me. Tell me all
that happened, one sister-woman to another.
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