Can you come over?”
“I think so. Jack's appearance was hailed with the loudest cheers, but when Jonathan
followed and took a place beside him in the vehicle, determined, he said, never
to lose sight of him, the abhorrence of the multitude was expressed by
execrations, hoots, and yells of the most terrific kind. It was horrible, but she must do it. Some have no males. He was a little impressed by Ann
Veronica’s metaphor of the string, which, indeed, she owed to Hetty Widgett. Ann Veronica listened thoughtfully,
with her eyes on the turf, and now and then she asked a question or looked up to
discuss a point. "
The answer to this request was a "smack" of a very different description,
bestowed upon Sheppard's outstretched face by the little damsel, as she ran out
of the room. Her eye wandered quickly over that riotous and
disorderly assemblage, until it settled upon one group more riotous and
disorderly than the rest, of which her son formed the principal figure. 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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