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All the money he earned—serving McClintock and the muse—could be laid away. She was almost tempted to tell him, if only to see the cracks of surprise and incredulity break the immobility of his yellow countenance. Why should you who are queens come down from your thrones? If you can afford it, WE can’t. Then the storm broke. A dull light shone through the open window blinds and softened the room with parchment yellowness. Opals. You are my wife now and you belong to me.
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