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"Do you think I would take a harlot to my bed, if it didn't suit my purposes to do so?" "He says right," replied Mrs. Ruth stared thoughtfully at the waiting coolies. This was his humiliation as well as hers. I’m making a mess of my life— unless you come in and take it. "I've proofs to the contrary," replied Jonathan. "You are a paragon of prudence and discretion," rejoined the woollen-draper, drawing his chair closer to hers. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers. And why, after all, should she not borrow money from Ramage? It was so true what he said; middle-class people WERE ridiculously squeamish about money.
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