“Bless you, sweetheart. I’m sorry I ruined dinner. She was honest again. "What is it?" demanded the woollen-draper, as he returned to the table, and took up a glass. ’ She shook her head sadly. So strongly was he impressed with this idea, that grasping the iron bar with both hands, he dashed it furiously against the door, making the passage echo with the blows. And what was singular she did not recount to the doctor that morning's adventure. “What do you mean?” she asked. He lit a cigarette and loitered about. The struggle had dislodged the white wimple, which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack.
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