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The captain shook his head. 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. It was still profoundly dark; but the wind, which had
begun to blow with some violence, chased the clouds rapidly across the heavens,
and dispersed the vapours hanging nearer the earth. “You’re burning up. Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled
sobs of the unfortunate mother. "Oh lord! I hope not. Mrs. "I leave this bowl for you," he cried, returning it to the landlord untasted. The hotel on the Peak had the aspect of
a fairy castle.
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