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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. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. \"Hi Missy, have you met Lucy Albert?\" Lucy contrived a smile. Let me engage myself. ‘Well, what was I to think, miss? Martha never wrote nothing about you, and I did ask. ’ Lucilla eyed him with one of those particularly feminine looks it was difficult for a mere male to interpret.

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