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The water was cold but she waded deeper. She could not judge its direction, and began to move swiftly along the bookshelves, her hand running behind her across the spines of the calfbound volumes. ” Anna was silent. " "None whatever," rejoined Wild. ‘I will not, if you will assure me that an imbecile is a better marriage prospect than a starving pig. Why should you want to shield him?" "I really don't know. 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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