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How did he like your dressing up like a mill'ner gal to come down in the City and see me?" Dahlia's guile was not ready. "He didn't mind," she said. "He didn't mind, didn't he? He don't mind your cutting of your hair so? didn't mind that?" She shook her head. "No." Anthony was down upon her like a hawk. "Why, he's abroad!" "Yes; I mean, he did not see me."

She pressed his fingers, and begged him to pay the people of the shop: at which sign of her being probably moneyless, Anthony could not help mumbling, "Though I can't make out about your husband, and why he lets ye be cropped that he can't help, may be but lets ye go about dressed like a mill'ner gal, and not afford cabs. Is he very poor?" She bowed her head. "Poor?" "He is very poor."

She pressed his fingers, and begged him to pay the people of the shop: at which sign of her being probably moneyless, Anthony could not help mumbling, "Though I can't make out about your husband, and why he lets ye be cropped that he can't help, may be but lets ye go about dressed like a mill'ner gal, and not afford cabs. Is he very poor?" She bowed her head. "Poor?" "He is very poor."

How did he like your dressing up like a mill'ner gal to come down in the City and see me?" Dahlia's guile was not ready. "He didn't mind," she said. "He didn't mind, didn't he? He don't mind your cutting of your hair so? -didn't mind that?" She shook her head. "No." Anthony was down upon her like a hawk. "Why, he's abroad!" "Yes; I mean, he did not see me."