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It was Annabel’s. 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. A moment afterwards, the door was closed and bolted, and the carpenter found himself alone. ” He retorted smartly, looking at her with mischief. "Oh! Sir, if you'd seen her as I've seen her, you'd not wish her a continuance of misery. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. CHAPTER VII The astonishing collapse of Spurlock created a tableau of short duration. Melusine ripped strips off her under-petticoats and fashioned a pad, which she bandaged as tightly as she could over the wound, working swiftly, unperturbed by the gore. Pitt endeavoured to dissuade him from attending in person, representing the great risk he would incur from the mob, which was certain to be assembled. “She is living there now,” she remarked. "How is the patient?" he asked.
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