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And, mind, it's for his sister, Lady Trafford. Sir Rowland laid his hand upon his sword. 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. Moreoever, it had cost her a whipping and several days’ imprisonment in her cell on bread and water. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. Now lend me your own hand. The gentleman with the red beard will relieve you of your prisoner. I am dreadfully sad.

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