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. ’ ‘Gammon!’ burst from the captain, who had just tossed off a glass of Madeira. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. " Spurlock turned aside his head as he replied: "Words are sometimes useless things. "I am not to be deceived. Here, indeed, was a type with which he had never until now come into contact—a natural woman. ‘I’m a soldier, missie. She paused. ‘This is the way you tell me that you love me? You English idiot, you!’ He seized her wrists to hold her off, actually daring to laugh, much to Melusine’s increased fury.
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