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’ ‘How do you do?’ Gerald said pleasantly, stepping from the pillared portico and coming down the shallow stairway. 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. He had found her by the same agency her father had: native talk, which flew from isle to isle as fast as proas could carry it. Because she states her case in a tangle, drags it through swamps of nonsense, it doesn’t alter the fact that she is right. She located her foster family.
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