F. "Why do you laugh?" he asked. Good night!" She pressed his hand and went out. 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. "My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection—for he was a capital mimic,—the tones of Quilt Arnold. Wood. With a moment of inward shame he remembered his deportment towards Anna. ” “Did you say,” Sir John asked, “that the man’s name was Hill?” “Yes,” she answered. Neither of them joined in the applause which followed upon her exit. "I cannot do it. Thanks. "What a wonderful colour!" she exclaimed.
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