"I'd lay down my life for yours. ’ No Latin? And no guns or daggers, naturally. ” The girl nodded. She’d prefer that I read classic literature, of course, but she only reads paperback romance novels, so she can’t exactly complain. "What ho!" he cried slapping Smith, who had fallen asleep with the brandybottle in his grasp, upon the shoulder. 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.
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