She took her hat from the peg in the corner and began to put it on. "But I'm a blackguard, too, Ruth. 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. ” She patted his arm and wiped her tears away. “But—” The long inconsecutive conversation by that time was getting on her nerves. She dropped on her knees by his side, and gently unbuttoned his waistcoat. Do you want me to say anything to him?\" As she suspected, John was connected to everybody.
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