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And that would spoil it. 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. Twice he cleaned the old briar; still there was no improvement. “Now, there, there. The only difference between the officers of Newgate and their brethren was, that they had enormous bunches of keys at their girdles, while the latter had left their keys at home. Simply. . If you assume the character of a debtor for your own convenience, you must be content to maintain it for ours. I thank God for His sunlight on your face. A lean young man in spectacles pursued her for some time, crying “Courage! Courage!” Somebody threw a dab of mud at her, and some of it got down her neck. He was a civil servant of some standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious, nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather carefully finished verse. It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. “You have succeeded a little too well in your personation,” she said bitterly, “to get rid very easily of Mr. ’ ‘Pray don’t,’ begged Mrs Sindlesham, one eye on the general’s embattled features. What have you got to say?" "Too much," replied Kneebone, shaking his head; "sadly too much.
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