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The thought of Capes flooded her being like long-veiled sunlight breaking again through clouds. “Why—it’s—it’s you!” Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. The new-comer looked at Charcam. 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. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. They were those of the Irish watchman. ‘Gérard, you are a great fool. And she defies me. Clotilde’s stunning green eyes were reflected in the gazes of the tender young children, but their faces had been hollow and sunken, their hair matted, and their clothing in bad need of repair.
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