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"What for?" rejoined Quilt, evasively. 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 can," rejoined Jack; "and you, too, old Aaron, if I'd a razor. ’ ‘Because I like you, of course,’ Gerald said promptly.
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