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“It isn’t quite that we’re toys. 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. With a swirl of her floral chintz petticoats, she placed herself in the capacious window seat, accepted the glass Gerald handed to her, and smiled mischievously up at him. “I won’t pretend,” he said, “that this is an accident. Darting quickly to the chest that contained the priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind it on the floor. ‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this. ” He released her hand and talked in eager undertones against an auditory background of urgency and distress. "Come along, my sly shaver. ’ ‘You surprise me. Perhaps I ought to have let you order the dinner, but I think I got through it pretty well. ’ ‘And you do not know me. For a time she furnished the flat. .
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