What of madame, his wife?’ ‘You know more of her than me,’ the girl said with a look of scorn. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. I do not intend to be married, or to become engaged just at present. He heard the woman talking again. She refrained. “Dare!” she said. 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. At the thought of the major, her tears redoubled and she was obliged to rip off a piece from the remnants of her already maltreated underpetticoats with which to blow her nose and soak the damp from her cheeks.
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