. Leaving the library by the same door she had first used to
enter it earlier that day, she crossed the two little antechambers and moved on
through the rooms. But shortly this
movement ceased. The floor was thickly strewn
with sawdust and shavings; and across the room ran a long and wide bench,
furnished at one end with a powerful vice; next to which three nails driven into
the boards served, it would appear from the lump of unconsumed tallow left in
their custody, as a substitute for a candlestick. She ought to be
softened and tender and confidential at this phase of her life. There was a wall; she was always encountering it; the one time she
was able to break through this wall was when the part in his hair was crooked. 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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