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. Oh, Jack! repent, while it is yet time, of your evil conduct. She turned to face him and he kissed her. "One'd think it rained fares, as well as blowed great guns. She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes. 3.
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