To his astonishment and delight it yielded to the pressure, toppled over the ledge, and sank. She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. Kneebone's door, you begged me to await your return here, assuring me you would not detain me five minutes. 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. Then she put more coal on, piled it over the ashes, and stood once more upright.
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