’ She shrugged fatalistically. 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. Got the day off. “Do you play an instrument?” “I play the fiddle sometimes. ” “The difficulties on my own side I can deal with,” he answered.
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