She had adored the stupid thing, and kept it in her pocket for about ten years. Presently she was again in that dreadful tavern of the Thénardiers. ] CHAPTER XI The second call energized her into action. ’ Gerald hissed in a doubtful breath. With all your cunning, we're more than a match for you. 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. ‘Will that be all, ma’am?’ ‘Yes, yes.
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