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"For the sake of the girl. " "You don't remember your mother?" "Oh, no; she died when I was very little. You're alone, too, child. I'll dig it up. Around her neck was a little gold chain. " With this, he drew the spike from his pocket; and, drowning the sound of the operation by whistling, singing, shuffling, and other noises, contrived, in a few minutes, to liberate his companion from the handcuffs. She did not know herself. “What has he done? “What shall I do. " "And, if you want an additional inducement to do so, I can tell you there's no one —not even his mother—whom he loves so well as you. " Almost the identical words of the boy. 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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