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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. ‘Then mayhap this will persuade you!’ With a scrape of steel, he drew his sword from its scabbard. Jackson smiled and put on the air of a man who knows more than he cares to tell. " "Oh, I see. Yet every now and then, during the progress of the meal, his attention apparently wandered, and leaning forward he glanced covertly at Anna with a curious mixture of expressions on his face. She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears. ‘I don’t want a hue and cry after me, I thank you.
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