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. Why?
Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the
Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. ”
Lucy hesitated. “We played at love-making in Paris. ’
‘Truly?’ asked Melusine, warmth lighting her bosom. ”
“Exactly! And so you came along to me. The young man desperately ill and the girl taking care of him! Of course, there
could be only one ending to such a bout with liquor, and that ending had come
perhaps suddenly but not surprisingly. Maggot, dealing him a blow, which stretched
him senseless on the floor.
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