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My wife can afford
another."
"Your wife!" the young Irishman repented with a gasp. "Is it possible? I
thought she was your sister. She looks so young. Your wife?"
"Yes, my wife! and I am Archibald McPherson, of Stoneleigh, Bangor, in
Wales," Archie answered, fiercely, and with a look which he meant should
annihilate the enemy, who, not in the least abashed, because he really
meant no harm, lifted his soft hat very respectfully, as he replied:
"Mr. McPherson, I am glad to make your acquaintance. I was in Bangor
last year, at the George Hotel, and heard your name mentioned. I am Lord
Frederic Hardy, of Dublin, better known there as Ted Hardy, of Hardy
Manor, and I am out on a spree, running myself, independent of tutors
and guardians, and all that sort of thing; bores I consider the whole
lot of them, though my guardian, fortunately, is the best-natured and
most liberal old cove in the world, and gives me mostly all I want. I
think it a streak of luck to have met you here, where I know nobody and
nobody knows me, I hope we may be friends.


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