"I've won, after all. The release was so great that she felt tears spring from her eyes. " "Please!" She dropped the curtains and the manuscripts, knelt and held out her arms. Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. 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. You know that. She knew the significance: the red corpuscle was being burnt out by the fires of alcohol. It is so ridiculous.
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