” And to them were presently added a roguish-looking young man, with reddish hair, an orange tie, and a fluffy tweed suit, and others who, in Ann Veronica’s memory, in spite of her efforts to recall details, remained obstinately just “others. He had been back for two weeks during some pleasant weather in July. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. “If you wish,” he said, “I will go there in the morning and see what can be done for him. . In his condition the boy apparently had been as safe as in the lock-up. Even given that he was hopelessly enamoured of the wench, a fact which was obvious to the meanest intelligence. We may be all murdered in this unprotected place, and nobody be the wiser. It was then, I am sure, empty. I’ve just seen him. She was very pretty. “Tiffany’s?” He looked at her comically. “Home, of course,” she answered. The Iron Bar 397 XVIII.
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