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She was with these movements—akin to them, she felt it at times intensely—and yet something eluded her. 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. Mike was already on dishwasher duty when John rang the doorbell.

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