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"She is my lawful wife. This was the bitterest hour he had ever known. Tight. To-night they say he will be conscious. Go to it; and the best of luck!" He went out. She looked paler than ever; but her countenance, though bewildered, did not exhibit the alarm which might naturally have been anticipated from the strange and perplexing scene presented to her view. He stopped in mid-sentence, and Ann Veronica opened the door for her aunt. 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. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. Part 2 Ann Veronica Stanley was twenty-one and a half years old.
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