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” Lucy gestured to the rough plywood floor. “Well,” said Capes, at length, “we’ve to go down, Ann Veronica. “I was surprised, I admit,” he said. ” She turned and looked at him. 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 went about the familiar home with a clearer and clearer sense of inevitable conclusions. Then it dawned. In the evening, a band of village musicians, accompanied by most of the young inhabitants of Willesden, strolled out to Dollis Hill, where they formed a rustic concert under the great elm before the door.
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