If you met her you would, I am certain, think
her as fine as I do. I must leave England to-night. You've been a great
help these five days; for he had to have attendance constantly, and neither Wu
nor I could have given that. . He carried a small bag. Where
can I have heard it!"
"Devil knows," rejoined Blueskin. 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. "So
get up, and leave off whimpering. That’s Italians for you. I’m in a mess—a
nasty mess! a filthy mess! Oh, no end of a mess!
“Do you hear, Ann Veronica?—you’re in a nasty, filthy, unforgivable mess!
“Haven’t I just made a silly mess of things?
“Forty pounds! I haven’t got twenty!”
She got up, stamped with her foot, and then, suddenly remembering the lodger
below, sat down and wrenched off her boots. The expression, however,
which would chiefly have interested a beholder, was that of settled and profound
melancholy. Then he got up and left her.
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