” He paused, and went on, after a keen look at her: “I had rather gossip to a really intelligent girl than to any man alive. . . At this juncture, the sound of oars reached his ears, and he perceived Mr. " "Wear that to-night, then. 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. Be warned by your father's fate. "I'm a peace-officer," he added, "about to arrest a notorious criminal.
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