‘I want a word with you, my lad. 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. It must be sent home this evening. You’re a piss-poor liar, John. ’ ‘Don’t be a little fool,’ Gerald snapped irritably. ’” “I have no choice,” Anna declared. ‘But I’ve known that for years. Here were imprisoned the fines; and, "perhaps," adds the before-cited authority, "if he behaved himself, an outlawed person might creep in among them. I have only seen your sister for a very brief time, and I am a little past the age when a man does headstrong things. Spurling bit her lips to conceal her mirth.
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