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. It seemed at first the most beautiful afternoon of all time to her, and perhaps
the thrill of her excitement did add a distinctive and culminating keenness to the
day. It was really most vivid, most vivid! You seemed to be slipping and
just going to tumble and holding on. He continued
tenderly, almost affectionately. But for a long
time, anyhow, we lovers have to be as if we were no more than friends. ”
“But you thought you could forget him. ‘Though we might
have done, if a certain addlepated clothhead hadn’t let her get away. ’
‘As if you could stop her. For
now, I fear there is something worse, something more
present. I was
supposed to do the same, but I didn’t. He handed Ruth a letter. She addressed an envelope to Ramage, and
scrawled on a half-sheet of paper, “The rest shall follow. The first person who issued from the Lodge was Mr. ’
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