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“Oh, my dear!” she cried, and suddenly flung herself, kneeling, into her husband’s arms. 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. “He is addressing a meeting of his constituents somewhere,” Annabel answered. The Procession to Tyburn 462 XXXII.
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