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” She pulled a small blue box out of the pocket of her hoodie. He had never wanted daughters. " "May I trust you?" cried Thames, eagerly. ‘Do not think—’ he panted, ‘that I am finished—with you, mademoiselle. But at the beginning of the affray, when he thought every one was too much occupied with his own concerns to remark his absence, he slipped out of the room, not for the purpose of avoiding the engagement (for cowardice was not one of his failings), but because he had another object in view. I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you for your wealth. He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room. The commissionaire stood there, tall and imperturbable.
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