His attitude toward her was purely intellectual, free of any sentimentality, utterly selfish. Wood's favourite sitting-room, and her image was so intimately associated with it, neither the carpenter nor his daughter could muster courage to enter it before. Part 3 For a time they walked in silence through the back streets that lead southward from the College. 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. Lucy pinned her hair off her neck and hoped it would make her to look decidedly older. Even then it sent Spurlock spinning backward, to crash against the wall. I will never consent till I see him. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper.
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