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"Yale? Why, so am I. I took the money myself, and ought to know. . It would be the culmination of her plan. The voices went into his ears but left no impression of their import. Spurling. ’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. Jonathan's threats are not to be sneezed at. Sydney sprang up. A chain, riveted to an iron belt encircling her waist, bound her to the wall. The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire.
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