Or had she, like himself, been held up until the fellow returned to town? He waited, his ready humour anticipating her likely reaction. Brown engaged in the usual browbeating and complaining he reserved for sections who came in late and soloists who left tempo behind like the leftovers of a Sunday picnic. “You really couldn’t ride in it,” he said, deprecatingly. 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. Now you can understand why every minute is a torture to me.
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