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Anna stared back at every one with undaunted composure. Is this man Hill dead?” She shook her head. Then Sheila noticed the stains. 192 Her skirt had ridden almost to her hips. And girls and women, perhaps, are different. The twists in his brain had suddenly straightened out; he was normal, wholly himself; and he knew now exactly what he had done. "Oh, lud! what's that?" exclaimed a female voice, from an adjoining room. 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. She closed her eyes more vividly to recall some line which had carried the blot. While he was thus musing, two horsemen rode past him; and, proceeding to a little distance, stopped likewise. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. It could only mean one thing—that her foster daughter was both a whore and a murderer! When Sheila confronted her about it, it was five in the morning.
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