He had kissed his wife on the mouth … and had been horrified! There was real madness somewhere along this road. Towards this spot Mrs. 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. Anyhow, there it is: YOU ARE NOT GOING THERE. But she could tell by the dullness of his eyes that he saw only some inner vision. ‘What mischief?’ ‘I don’t know, but I’ll go bail you’re at something. And the less “anything” happened the better. It was one of those old sliding trap affairs, narrow and steep of descent. ’ She gave him a straight look. I hung around Harvard a little when you were there. ‘Maybe not,’ Gerald conceded, ‘but I’m damned if I herald my approach with a lot of unnecessary blundering about in the dark.
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