“I have hurt my father,” she said; “I have hurt my aunt. You have converted me to—Lester Ward! You are
my dear friend, you are a slip of a girl, but there are moments when my head has
been on your breast, when your heart has been beating close to my ears, when I
have known you for the goddess, when I have wished myself your slave, when I
have wished that you could kill me for the joy of being killed by 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. ‘That’s what started the fracas,’ Gerald admitted ruefully, nursing his injured
hand as he recalled it. Why should you who are queens
come down from your thrones? If you can afford it, WE can’t.
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