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“He is addressing a meeting of his constituents somewhere,” Annabel answered. Jack could hardly be accounted good-looking: Thames, on the contrary, was one of the handsomest boys possible. 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. “Wow. Don't you remember? There were four of us, and we went touring in the city. Here, put it on your finger. At this moment, Davies, who had completed his preparations, extinguished the torch.
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