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"But to drag this innocent child into the muck! With her head full of book nonsense—love stories and fairy stories! Have you any idea of the tragedy she is bound to stumble upon some day? I don't care about you. Had she said the words aloud? He pulled her close and she nuzzled her head on his chest. I am having them to my own soirée on Monday. He has often told me that if he could play sober, he would go to America and reap a fortune. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. She had been in the drawing-room for a few minutes before the gong had sounded, and had chattered gaily to every one. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. She glanced at the Frenchman, and found him struggling with the portrait that was embedded around his scalp.
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