F. I will be very well without him. You have to come over to my house. But his treasured dream lay shattered at his feet. 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. Hearing the spring touched, he dashed through on the instant, and struck down the person who presented himself, with his bludgeon. Anna felt that her words had become charged with a fuller and more subtle meaning than any which she had intended to impart. Men were going hither and thither with barrows, and ladders and ropes, removing the rubbish, and trying to support the tottering habitations. There were white men with families, a fine mission-house, and a club-house for cards and billiards. Diable. The very sight of these impediments, would have appalled a less courageous spirit than Sheppard's—but nothing could daunt him.
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