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She had thought that all Morningside Park householders came home before seven at the latest, as her father usually did. “For my part I can see no difference in any of these French girls who come over here with their demure manner and atrocious songs. "His lordship desires me to say—ough! ough!" Fresh groans and hisses. Ramage stood up, and suddenly turned the key in the door in an off-hand manner. He would repeat them innumerable times, and patiently Ruth would repeat her answers. 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. She shut her lips hard, her jaw hardened, and she set herself to struggle with him. Wood. She was glad to join in the stream of hurrying homeward workers that was now welling out of a thousand places of employment, and to imitate their driven, preoccupied haste.
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