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“Please call me Carol. He hanged your first husband. 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. She had learned this art in skirts, and knew well how not to be disadvantaged. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. "He called me a wanton, Hoddy. ‘Dieu du ciel, but answer me!’ Martha’s eyes were swimming again, and she reached out.
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