"I haven't a word to say, Ah Cum, not a word. Presently her aunt sighed deeply
and looked at the clock. 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. And yet, she would be easy prey in her present state of mind to any plausible,
attractive scoundrel. I
overheard Jonathan Wild's instructions to Quilt Arnold, and though he spoke in
slang, and in an under tone, my quick ears, and acquaintance with the thieves'
lingo, enabled me to make out every word he uttered. Elegant, a little scornful, she leaned
slightly against the back of a chair and looked him steadily in the eyes. There must be persons tender and loving in this world. . .
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