Hidden menace; a prescience of something dreadful about to happen. That was the only sound he heard. "Go to lunch," he ordered Ruth. Then he rallied, smiling a little. 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. A few short, dark locks, escaping from beneath her head-dress, showed that her hair had been removed, and had only been recently allowed to grow again. We should not bar any engagements at private houses, but in other respects the arrangement must be exclusive. She never questioned the motives of the characters; she had neither the ability nor the conceit for that; but she could and often did correct his lapses in colour. "As long as I live, I'll never forget that dress of hers," Prudence declared. "'Odd's! bodikins!" cried Jack, rubbing his cheek, "I'm in luck to-day. The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor.
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