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"Owen, Owen," pursued Mrs. Sir John once more looked around him. ’
‘Yes, well, I was too young to see it,’ the captain said, tying a knot in his
makeshift bandage. And mind he
doesn't stir out of your sight, on any pretence whatever, till I call. 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. ‘Will you let be?’
Instead she grasped his hand tighter.
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