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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. \"The servants will hear you!\" \"I don't care! Why do you?” She cried. ’ ‘Indeed?’ said Gerald, surprised. ” “I have no idea what it costs to live in London,” Anna said, “but I should like very much to come for a short time if I might. ” Ennison thought so too half an hour later, when having cut out from one of the bridge tables he settled down for a chat with Annabel. It was cheating, pitiful cheating. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. Three a week is my allowance, and, if I get short ones, four. Were you born here, madame?’ ‘Mais non.
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