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. She was always so fertile that she could even impregnate herself using the semen from a corpse, which she did, as you found out. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. ’ ‘So I heard. ’ Gerald laughed. That her husband was not touching her anymore grew to be like a disease, something to be cured. She held her hand to the place where he had slapped her.
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