Her aunt was making herself cuffs out of little slips of insertion under the newly lit lamp. “Please forgive me, Lucy. 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. My death, probably.
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