” “You mean you’re going to run away with me?” He asked in semi-seriousness. ‘It weren’t my wish, miss, I can tell you that. Besides, she had admitted her identity. It would be swindling. 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. Under happier circumstances nothing would have given me more pleasure than to have offered you a home with your sister. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. . “I’m so glad you’re here, Peter,” she said.
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