Wood. Here they were regaled with another plentiful meal by the hospitable carpenter, who personally superintended the repast. He walked across the Park and called upon his sister. ‘Left to yourself, my girl, you may not have any affairs. “This wonderful affection of yours for my sister, does it date from your first meeting with her in Paris?” He hesitated. Women, she had been taught, who exposed the flesh of their bodies under the eyes of man were in a special catagory of the damned. 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. “The fool I have been!” he cried; and now speech was coming to him.
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