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Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold. Bah. "They say her son's taken at last, and is to be hanged. Having seen every precaution taken to ensure his safe custody, he departed, muttering to himself, "I shall yet live to see him hanged—I shall live to see him hanged. Hawk and Buzzard. Curses light on the horse!" he added, seizing the bridle of his steed, who continued snorting and shivering, as if still under the influence of some unaccountable alarm; "what can ail him?" "I know what ails him, your honour," rejoined the groom, riding up as he spoke; "he's seen somethin' not o' this world. What's that short for, Lucille?\" \"It is short for Lucia. ‘Laisse-moi. ” For some seconds he had remained quite still. 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.
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