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The sharp point of the sword at the girl’s throat bit sideways. To-day he selected the girl, and gave her the lead-chair. 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. Hear me, adorable girl! You know not the extent of my devotion. She had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. And so, here we are, right back from where we started.

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