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. Don’t favour your father much, either, if it comes to that. “It is in your hands from now on, Shar. ‘You wound me to the heart, Melusine. But you shall swing, rascal,—you shall swing. I’m a hard young woman. She would not sleep for fear of losing a moment of that sense of his proximity. He slackened his pace as he reached the flat. Then with an indescribable relief her feet were on the pavement, and she was being urged along by two policemen, who were gripping her wrists in an irresistible expert manner. Wood had been my father, as well as yours. She breathed deeply.
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