” 174 < 21 > THANKSGIVING She padded softly up the old stairs, exhausted and elated. I wonder if I should have locked you up if I’d been your father. Stanley. 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. I've a shrewd guess where he's taken refuge; but I'll ferret him out. He hated travelling second-class with her—indeed, he never did—but he also disliked travelling in the same train when his daughter was in an inferior class, because of the look of the thing. We’re the hysterical animal, Mr. The girl only smiled at him serenely, but she laid her hand for a moment quietly upon his.
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