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Mrs. ” “No doubt. There would be no mercy in this man. Until he felt a sharpness digging into his coat at the point of his heart. 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. I’m damaged goods.
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