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‘Do you think I could bear to be without you for a moment longer? I am quite jealous of Melusine taking up all your attention. 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 felt privileged above other women at parties, where she was on display as all the duchesses and queens looked upon her with envy as he was so clearly entranced by her in every way. Everything was done in a genteel and ordinary way, but on the other hand, there was no lingering.
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