“We parted— that night the best of friends. By a sort of instinct. ‘What in the world is that?’ demanded Miss Froxfield. “I am going,” she said grimly, with three hairpins in her mouth. And my word's law—with you, at least," she added, bestowing a cutting glance upon her husband. With this view he struck off into a narrow street on the left, and soon entered a small alehouse, over the door of which hung the sign of the "Welsh Trumpeter.
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