Terence, meanwhile, who had followed him, did not remain silent, but recapitulated his story, for the benefit of Mrs. ‘Keep still, for God’s sake! Hilary will send him off all right and tight, never fear. "Souls," she answered, drily. I'll leave these out, and to-morrow you can read them through. " So she told him the adventure of the two beachcombers in the typhoon, and how they became regenerated by their magnificent courage. 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 saw it, and checked without thinking.
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