On weighing the matter over, he grew so uneasy that he resolved to
descend, and inform him of his misgivings. “I cannot conceive,” he said, “how any other occupation could ever have
occurred to you. Her gratitude swelled within her. Everywhere there are limitations. Ah, these English! They travelled all over, up and down the world, not to acquire
information but rather to leave the impress of their superiority as a race. 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. She remained on guard. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. She’ll have to wait for dinner,” he said, uncomfortably. She turned away from the doorway of the silk loom to observe.
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