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. "Ah! Owen Wood, is it you?" cried David in astonishment. “And if she can’t have the right one?
“We’ve developed such a quality of preference!”
She rubbed her knuckles into her forehead. She sprang to her feet and stood
listening with parted lips and eager eyes. “I’d never have a day of peace again, John. Hetty, looking out of the window—she always smoked her after-breakfast
cigarette at the window for the benefit of the less advanced section of
Morningside Park society—and trying not to raise objections, saw Miss Stanley
going down toward the shops. It's of
no use. "
"Well, think no more about it," returned Thames.
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