The Iron Bar 397 XVIII. “I’d never have a day of peace again, John. ” “Nor I,” she remarked tersely. "Been to those places?" "No. I shall barely be in time for the theatre. Though encumbered by his irons, his step was firm, and his demeanour dignified. ” “You have her face and figure,” he muttered.
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