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Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone, maddened her. Imagine any one on this side refusing fifty bucks! Well, I'll be toddling along. ‘You will like to marry me, yes?’ she pursued. She remained by the door until the walls of the city swallowed the bobbing lantern. That's my maxim; and it's the maxim of every honest man. She stepped into his arms. And all the old—the old trick of shrinking up like a snail at a touch. Wood's reception of the widow, who, at that moment, was ushered into the room by Winifred, was not particularly kind and encouraging.
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