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E. 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 moved her elbow nearer to him and spoke in a still lower tone. " "Two can play at that game, my blood," replied Sheppard, rising, and putting himself into a posture of defence. " Ruth slightly brushed the withered cheek. . She obeyed, extending her arm. ” She closed her mouth. "I cannot do it.
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