The Iron Bar 397 XVIII. That’s who you ought to go and see, miss. Sheppard," rejoined Winifred kindly. ’ For the moment I thought it was a telegram from Gwen. "Her blood be upon her own head, then," replied Rowland, sternly. " "For mercy's sake, go on!" cried Winifred. "By all means," returned Wood; "don't delay an instant. “Lucy, where is your callous? All violinists have calluses on their necks and hands from playing. He came as an agreeable diversion from an insoluble perplexity.
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