“The thing I feel most disposed to say, Miss Stanley,” he began at last, “is that this is very sudden. ’ The captain grasped her more firmly. For a time she promenaded the room. ” “Isn’t it. 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. But the current rumblings of internal discontent across the Channel were productive of unease in certain quarters. She refused to accept her fate, but what is it that she could do about it? Night after night she invented alternatives. ‘She won’t. I asked him why, and he hadn’t a reason. One doesn’t realize that even the sort of civilization one has at Morningside Park is held together with difficulty. ’ ‘Ain’t you in a rage?’ asked the captain. It may not be just, it may not be fair, but things are so.
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