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Fortescue is an actor, and your father does not approve of the profession. 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 no use for Ann Veronica; he had never had a use for her since she had been too old to sit upon his knee. “Don’t!” she said, weakly, as he had bent down and put one arm about her and seized her hands with his disengaged hand and kissed her—kissed her almost upon her lips. “Pump, pump, per-um-pump, Pum, Pump, Per-um. Instead, she laughed, laughed with lips and eyes, laughed till the tears ran down her cheeks.
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