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Montague Hill. I
sat within a few feet of him. Morality is a point of view. 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. "He
first seduced him from the paths of honesty, and then betrayed him to a shameful
death, and he has sworn to do the same thing by my son. The conditions
are such as I think you will recognize the justice of. I
found him once in my rooms, and I believe that he had a key to my front door. I pity her from the bottom of my heart. It was not for a week or
a month. Then to the Feathers, in Drury Lane.
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