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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. Look out, it’s coming. “Sometimes it is not bad. *****
Spurlock possessed that extraordinary condition of the mind which is called New
England conscience. But now it was all over, and Alice was getting on well. This she would not endure. "All I want is to be happy!" she said aloud, as if she were asking for something
of such ordinary value that God would readily accord it to her because there was
so little demand for the commodity. Capes kept obstinately stiff, and spoke between his teeth. But though
the breach was large enough to admit him below, he could not squeeze his bulky
person through the aperture into the Red Room.
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