I've always been more or less music-mad. 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. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its
creases, and beheld a portrait of himself. Anyhow, that is how things are. Mary
Remenham had passed on her every feature to the daughter whose advent had
taken her from this world. Get you gone. ”
“Why did you tell me? I thought—I thought we were going to be friends. The same teardrop bust, the same long waist, the same
thick legs. His voice propelled her to cry even harder, so hard
that she began to laugh behind her tears. .
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