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"Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river
is passing before me. “Do I understand you then to refuse my offer?” he asked Anna. 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. At least the sun would not be as bright, which was a
welcome reprieve from the mercilessly bright early
summer days which had invigorated every man, woman,
and child in the suburbs but were wearing Lucy down
into acute fatigue, along with her hunger. ’
They moved to the door, while the lady shrugged, and then seated herself,
glancing from the window into the street below, and then turning again to watch
them in their huddle at the other side of the library. Bodies! Bodies! Horrible things! We are souls. The morning of Monday the 16th of November 1724 at length dawned. I suppose that shocks
one’s ideas. I need you every day.
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