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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. "Where is it?" "Are you the mother of this child?" inquired the person who had first spoken, addressing Mrs. ‘You’ll come with us and get yourself safe back home to your convent, understand?’ ‘But wait,’ begged Melusine, hanging back. ‘And I am thinking now that you may be very suitable. I am quite sure though that they did not mean to be rude. " "No! I have run away from my father. "Mrs. Annabel entered. If it came at all, it was as fleeting as the girl's smile.
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