The Iron Bar 397 XVIII. I cannot have my wife distressed or worried. Yet there was nothing for her to do. Her hair was gathered up behind, in a sort of pad, according to the then prevailing mode; and she wore a muslin cap, and pinners with crow-foot edging. ” “You won’t!” said Ann Veronica; with the clearest note of determination. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy.
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