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. For just as though a vague likeness is sometimes borne swiftly in upon one, so a vague dissimilarity between the face on the poster and the heroine of his thoughts had slowly crept into his consciousness. Ruth, standing by, heard his true laughter for the first time. Wild was formerly an agent to the Jacobite party, but, on the offer of a bribe from the opposite faction, he unhesitatingly deserted and betrayed his old employers. He continued tenderly, almost affectionately. After all, I fancy that I shall have to apply for a situation as a nursery governess who understands French. She could smell the sweet girl child he had buried in the garage in autumn, 1 even under the frozen ground. The moon had arisen, and everything could be as plainly distinguished as during the day. ’ She shuddered, throwing her hands over her face. ’ Still the girl said nothing.
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