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"By G—! she has missed her footing. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. “Then why the devil,” he demanded, “do you let me stand you dinners and the opera—and why do you come to a cabinet particuliar with me?” He became radiant with anger. “You are my friend,” she said, “if any one is. " "Devil!" muttered Jack, again grasping his pistol. "The blood that has been spilt is that of his wife.
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