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She had money of her own—much more than I have—and there was no need to squabble about that. “Forgive me,” he said. Not very long, if you want to get well. She traced him by his scent. He was bringing the sing-song girl to the hotel! The strange cortège presently vanished below the window-sill. She saw her aunt in tears, her father white-faced and hard hit.
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