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She heard him crash against it, and turned the key in the lock. 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. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the adjoining house, were bailiffs. ‘You! Tell this fool who is the keeper here to come to me at once. " "Mr. For a few moments, Thames regarded the little girl through the half-opened door in silence. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. “Sure. She dropped on her knees by his side, and gently unbuttoned his waistcoat. ‘That is a matter for the lawyers.
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