“Okay. He was also aware that all his arguments would shatter themselves against her resolutions. You're a queer lad. And when you reflect how much at heart your poor mother, whose loss we must ever deplore, had our union, you will, I am persuaded, no longer refuse me. He begged their attention for the next turn. ’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily. ‘It is Yol—’ She broke off abruptly, her face collapsing into an expression of acute consternation. She sat on the edge of the bed overwhelmed, the roses cradled in her arms. 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.
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