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The echoes of his hard, unpleasant laugh reached Anna on her way upstairs. Jonathan threw open the street-door. 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. Because their human lives were so short, the happily married had no time to get sick of one another. He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side. When Jack was brought in, he cast a rapid glance around him, and perceiving Thames in the custody of Jonathan, instantly divined how matters stood. ‘You should rather be arresting the girl and throwing her into gaol for attempted murder. There were mysterious sounds, all of them musical.
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