“Don’t we all rather humbug about the coarseness? All we women, I mean,” said she. Day after day for a measured hour in the lecture-theatre, with elaborate power and patience, Russell pieced together difficulty and suggestion, instance and counter-instance, in the elaborate construction of the family tree of life. 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. “I was sick of the make-believe. Something like a snarl crossed his face, and ignoring the pistol, he moved forward, seizing her shoulders. I'll bet you've been in Hong-Kong these two weeks already, and never a line to me.
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