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Where even to be a Catholic, they say, is to be looked upon with scorn and disgust. 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. ” She spoke rather quickly, because she found her father’s question the most awkward she had ever had to answer in her life. Then she went below. It was an overcast day, albeit not foggy, and the electric light shades glowed warmly, and an Italian waiter with insufficient English took Ramage’s orders, and waited with an appearance of affection. "Thank you; but I've a pocket full of water-chestnuts.
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