’ ‘Gammon!’ burst from the captain, who had just tossed off a glass of Madeira. Close upon this came another thought. . ” “WHAT?” said Ann Veronica, startled. Marry, come up! I'll see who's to be obeyed. 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.
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