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. Wood turned to look at him. Annabel saw it, and suddenly changed her tone. ’ ‘Indeed, I’m beginning to think so,’ he said ruefully. Her gown was minimalist compared to those concoctions of boning and lace of long ago, she reflected, but that did not stop it from getting caught on 134 brambles and twigs. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. She tucked her stick under her arm and re-read Manning’s letter. ’ He sat on the low wall of the haha and invited her to do the same. He handed Ruth a letter.
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