" "But how in the Lord's name was she brought up? There's a queer story back of this somewhere. But that doesn’t alter the fact that there IS innocence. 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. “Look after her! Why not? But you have done it all your life. And she was about as capable of intelligent argument as a runaway steam-roller. “It does not appear to me,” he said, stiffly, “to be an affair for jests. ” He relapsed into a stony silence. Treasure caves to explore! All through these trying days she had recurrently wondered what this strange young man would have to say that Dickens and Hugo had not already said. "I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house.
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