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. Wood started to his feet. She needed to protect the baby. She found pieces of it on the blacktop near the green dumpster, amazingly small pieces considering the fabric’s original heft. ” He smiled, and she felt love for him in that moment as the smile lit up his ebony eyes, eyes whose blackness seemed unfathomable. Stanley. For five minutes he has been trying to think of something to say. " "Ay, ay," cried the jailers, laughing.
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